RE: Day 1576: 5 Minute Freewrite: Sunday - Prompt: spartan

Last night I dreamed that I was standing before an above ground petrified forest. The trees were standing tall and erect and I wondered about the mechanisms of time and mineral absorption that could have left these giants as if frozen in place by the gaze of some passing ice princess. Their limbs were outstretched as if Spartans prepared for eternal battle. I woke to the sound of thunder and the tinkling of sleet and snow blowing against my bedroom window. Perhaps this was not a dream at all, maybe during these rare thundersnow storms our subconscious mind can briefly see the legions of angelic beings standing tall and silent as they watch over the world always ready to protect the meek and the innocent.