Where the Trees Remember

WIP


On the day before moving, we went to pick up the keys to the new flat.

Steeping out from the new place, we were like kids skipping class — laughing, chasing after the bus down the street.

When we arrived, she reached out both arms toward him and me, and said:

“One on each side — let’s go home.”

I always think of that day. It felt as if, each of us was the happiest person in the world.