Canopy Forts

Crispy leaves crunching underfoot as you trod along under a canopy of trees, smelling the clean air scent and listening to the conversation of a brook and the shore. Trunks of trees leading to underground forts where the children play and imagine that their make-believe story is real, and it's only a sunset away. A small path, dusty and forgotten, where we used to chase the deer and look for arrowheads and geodes. Such unfinished dreams are the ones I will never forget.