Laying on my back on a blanket at my brother’s football practice, I looked at some trees across the park and realized I’d remember them forever.
They stood motionless, hard tree-shaped sponges. The late afternoon light painted them intensely green with crisp shadows.
They looked just like the trees across from Grandma and Grandpa’s house, which I could not forget either. Breathless and stone-like. Solid. They seemed detached from my other senses, like a photograph.
I rolled over onto my stomach and draped a coat over my back. I didn’t like lying exposed under such an open sky.