We went to the place that had been our heaven when our bodies were ripe and the juices still flowed. We watched as our rivers became waterfalls and surrendered our voices to the roar.
We walked with a caution that bordered on cowardice and hid from the monsters that would tear us apart. We hid from our saviors. We hid from each other. We hid from ourselves.
Now that the clouds have turned into mountains there’s no turning back to the world that we knew. If my memory is as faulty as I think it is, that might be a good thing.