Yet More on Posts ...

... I couldn't help myself; they were calling out to me this morning, beckoning me. A still, wet morning, the dark colours more intense in the damp atmosphere, the wood glistening, a deep brown, giving the posts - and the trees - even greater presence, a solemn, still energy, serene, intense.  

And a second horizontal spiral, this one larger, the rhythm purer than the initial two (Chapter 5):