Her first memory was the trees. Their wide green arms hovering over her, protecting her, filtering everything – sun, air, water – in perfect portions. The way they moved. The shelter. The rhythm. The whispering that never ended completely, but faded in and out, lulling her to sleep.
Her second memory was of boots. Black boots, large, laced up tight, thudding darkly on the earth, next to her head… Continue reading