week 31 in my “this is where i am from” year long project:
There was a strange little pond, deep in the woods behind Hennessey’s Grove, good for ice skating and tadpoles and salamanders. It sat at the bottom of a steep hill covered with mountain laurel and purple trillium. I remember the long walk home, up that hill, towards the sinking sun.
It’s like looking at an old photo album, only better!