The flyscreen door is torn at the edges. Fraying. I open it and knock on the wood. The sound rhymes with my heartbeat.

“The horizon was beginning to charcoal. What was left of the blackness above was…”

“Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and fe…”

“It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces…”

“For a moment, I panic. It's that feeling of falling when you know without quest…”