One and Many
One and Many written by Mircea Andronescu Instagram: @andronescumircea The night was slowly setting on by the side of the old mountain. Hundreds of giant, red-leafed trees eagerly sucked in the remaining light through their tiny invisible mouths. Autumn’s cold touch had also brought in a milky white mist that covered the river valley between the mountains. A pack of wolves came out of the red forest and made for the valley. The hunt had brought them to the edge of their turf. They slowed their pace, broke formation and entered the mist covered river bed. A dozen furry sharks, only the hair on their back standing out in this sea of milk. In the far distance, looking like a boat that was...