Picture a little town, one main road down the centre. You can walk to all four corners within an hour or so. There’s a lake popular for swimming and floating. On the other side, a river that saw miners over one hundred years ago. Cabins and homes line the town. Surrounded by hills and mountains, natural beauty is everywhere.
I can still smell the wet pavement
Drying in the sun
Trees looking down at us
As we spun so hard we fell
To see the world turn above us