Splintax

The long winding road continued down through the valley, carved into the side of the hill. Thousands of different shades of green danced around as each light raindrop fell on the individual leaves. The car continued to wind down further into the valley. From somewhere inside a little black box a familiar voice sung "My December" softly into my ears. The car slowed once again as we came upon another sharp twist in the road. The car brushed up against a beautiful, soft tree fern, and I watched as the tiny droplets started to fall, as if suspended for a split second I watched them dazzle like diamonds as the headlights of the car coming the othe