Ethereal night walk and cow shit

A couple of weeks ago, a few of us walked across the fields from our house to a great little country pub. There we ate good food, got drunk and then it got dark. So we had to trace our footsteps back across the fields, one of which contained cows. After slipping on several cow mines I spotted three majestic trees silhouetted against the summer night. In the ethereal light they appeared to move along side us like a benevolent guardians or guide us away like malevolent shadows. But, I had been drinking...