Fog in the Trees


On steamy hot summer afternoons, Crow often shared — loudly, with anyone who would listen — the stories passed down from her grandmother. Tales of faraway and long-ago places. Cool-water creeks on hillsides; tiny caves in the rocks, perfect for stashing hoards of shiny things; oh-so-many ancient trees; and late-afternoon thunderstorms that turned hot, humid days into such blissfully, unexpectedly cool mornings that fog lingered among the branches until midday.


(July 2022)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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