A time for picnics and family outings to the Park. Running through meadows. Standing silent inside gold streaked leaves as Fly Catchers rise from Corn tassels. Skipping stones on twilight lakes. Watching stars shimmer cold and high in black beyond the fires glow.
Long light and loon calls . . .
. . . . . as unbeknownst to us a great and terrible malice moves, its might collated inside unspeakable machinery. Efficient instruments alien and clean calculate and set in forward motion their Fleet. From small viewing ports, behind protective screens - hard beetle eyes survey the prize . . . . EARTH !!!
