Forest Ridge by Moon Rule

the haze of decades-old memories, decaying and rebuilding. secret paths through backyards, timid creeks and curving streets, fireflies, oaks looming large like sentinels. recurrent paths through time and space, all arriving at the same point.

the ground cracked and steamed; up above, the moon hung brightly, powerfully, watching all. a sparrow alighted on an oak branch, the gentle creek tumbling along below. storms were somewhere near, heavy and ruinous. a carved stone stood sentinel, full of memories.