Found, wind blown, torn, fallen and so I picked it up. I've admired this tree from afar. Too shy to snap a little piece of it off, to take home and look at more closely.
The needles aren't that normal forest pine colour; they have a light dusting of emerald and a tinge of a dusty marine hue to them. Bunches of needle like stars. A tiny little bit of almost nothing that is really rather remarkable when you take the time to look.