And these feet trod on the turf of a hallowed site, with the pitter patter of smaller feet in tow.
Out of an incoherent tangle of thoughts, we found a pearl of wisdom.
Acknowledging the onward motion of seasons, a moment of communion was shared.
Making do with tree stumps, and connected to electricity, we stepped into a state of timelessness.
The moment passed, with many none the wiser, yet it happened.
