Summer evening in Surrey

This is who I am. Tree climber. Stream jumper. Forever seven. I had forgotten. It felt so good to remember.


We walked through the dark and the cool of the woods, grateful for damp air and shadows. And back out into melted butter sun slathered over every blade and petal.


It has only recently occurred to me that people put benches where there is something to look at. If you want to know what, sit on the bench.


Nothing makes water taste better than watching Ruby drink from my bottle. Nothing. They should use her to sell the stuff.