Scattered shale imported granite chippings line banks bonnie with leaf and lapping water. ancient trees roots exposed - rock protected - poised like stick insects.
We follow the shadows in and out of woods, mossy stones, lichened branches. feet ancient and modern walk this path singing the song of ages
Returning sunwise we catch the gleams of setting sun, the gleams of memory not our own. we listen for the ancestral heart beat - is it here?
