"At a distance I saw a waterfall come pouring down off the hill. It was long and white and I could almost feel its cold spray. [...] The waterfall was just a flight of white wooden stairs leading up to a house in the trees. Then I knocked on my creek and heard the sound of wood."
"I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream...
- Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream.
- I'm not, she said."
From pg 4-5
No comments:
Post a Comment