The road in front of me bent and went down through the small grove of trees toward the river, and I slowed down to a walk because with my younger body, I would injure myself on the uneven ground ahead.
I walked through the trees, and I could already hear the water, and I smiled, the small steady sound of the river that ran past the edge of our town was soothing to my senses.
Beyond the trees, I came out into the open ground above the riverbank, and from there, I would see my father working at the tanning frames in the distance.
At ten years old, I should not have been able to see him clearly, but my soul was inside a memory, and the rules did not work the same. I just ignored this part of me and took a step forward, and my eyes fell to the mountain on my left.
I had not been thinking about the mountain as it was a feature of the landscape of my village.
