Knarley digits

As the light was dropping exponentially I wandered the cobbled lane nearby hoping for inspiration. These remnants of some summer plant or other stuck out along the line of vegetation into the sky. The season of witchcraft almost upon us I was reminded of old knarled fingers of witches preparing some concoction in their cauldron. The angular knuckles and strange unidentified accomplices in the background gave me shivers, causing me to quicken my step and head home in the now semi darkness of the evening.