Life is crazy sometimes, isn’t it? Have you ever thought about the past? Like, where you were then compared to where you are now?
We rested our feet atop a steel frame bridge overlooking a steady stream, its caged undernet catching figments of leaves and twigs as familiar waters passed through with great intention. Have you ever visited a place of your past where the surroundings appear the same, yet everything is somehow completely different? We leaped over mud-covered rocks to get here – here to the backyard of my childhood home. This place sat at the bottom of our old driveway, surrounded by woods, a solitary bridge overlooking a slow-flowing river. I wouldn’t even call it a “park,” for it lacks the swing sets, the roundabouts, or the wooden picnic benches. This place, this familiar place, was but a nostalgic nook in my home town.
In a strange, big…
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