A local Aspen grove on the way to Redding.
Shining gold against the rain grey clouds.
Small trunks bent from the seasons of snow.
Fairy coins litter the forest floor.
(We see only leaves.)
A gnarled old guardian stands above the younger trees.
"Look! I found a sonic screwdriver."
"Or, you found an old motorcycle kick stand."
So much gilded treasure.
The gold has even seeped inside the fallen trunk.