Below the earth looks like a patchwork quilt.  Each section telling a story.  Different textures, variety of colors, perfect seams, slight tears, lumps and bumps.  If I could only run my hands across this handiwork, but only my eyes can feast on its beauty.  

The imagination runs rampant with possibilities of the stories below.

Rolling hills look like fringe, wisps of clouds soften the harsh autumn ground.  The setting sun adding colors to the swirling clouds, enhancing the vibrancy of each quilt piece.

Stories yet to be told.