Esme woke already smiling. Today she was heading to Gramps’s house for the summer. If she had her way, she’d live with him year-round. She did like Vancouver, really. And she loved her courses at the university. But neither of those called to her like the river that flowed past the old farmhouse.
I love the sounds of nature, a symphony of life. I read Heidi as a child and the way the trees sang and made her feel safe, all snuggled into her bed of straw, is a calming picture that has stayed with me all my life. Beautiful story 🏞
I love the sounds of nature, a symphony of life. I read Heidi as a child and the way the trees sang and made her feel safe, all snuggled into her bed of straw, is a calming picture that has stayed with me all my life. Beautiful story 🏞
I would love to hear more of Esme and grandpa and the whispering river. Sweet escapism, thank you, Dasha
Not just the summer off, but a summer on the river with Gramps! Nice work, Dascha.
Ah. A whole summer off. What a dream.