I remember the trees

They were waiting for the right moment to leave. By then, it was a question of days.

The heat around was unbearable as usual and dust covered everything, it could get into your throat and eyes. While waiting you need to find something to do, above all to keep the baby busy. Outside the light was yellowish as usual, it was sadistically heating rocks and wrecks, it was unimaginable to go out and play.

By searching through in the attic, grandpa had found a box full of objects that seemed to belong to another age. The dust covered everything and marked the decades passed on those lifeless bodies. The box was turned upside on the floor to see if there was something that could resemble a toy.

Stuck on the bottom of the worn-out cardboard there was a ruined picture. And inside there was a smiling boy.

Behind him, weird shapes, unknown structures. Thin columns from which several branches extended that looked like lots of intertwined arms. Rough pipes that raised straight and extremely tall. One beside the other, they were dancing in the wind of that faraway afternoon. It seemed centuries ago, another planet.

"What are those?"