Our Brief History

Shucks, wilder things have grown between my sidewalk’s stony pieces. My nerves sprouting new legs is still a bit scary to me. I seek a runway to freely spread my wings while running down it to fly away. Call it airplanes. If you’re asking questions, you’re interested. Thanks for the reassurance. I have dreamt of open spaces free of weeds and pricker bushes for so long. A trickling stream nearby will add to the moment. A freshly tumbled blanket spread across grass, gravel and twigs creates such a texture we enjoy laying on it. The scents of pine passing through our nostrils cools our insides. Momentary shivers awaken our souls. I long to arrive at point B, holding hands with ye.