Once Upon a Time

To love a place from a distance
is to embellish it with memory,
desire and myth.
—Missy Prince

I recall a bump in a gravel road and riding over that rise in the road. If you went too fast the car gravitated—or so it seemed. That's where I discovered that moonlight flickers, or so it appeared one summer. Today the gravel is covered with asphalt, but my memory strips it down to gravel and bare patches.

I recall a watering hole that wasn't on any map. We found it one day and never found it again. We shared stories of what if and one day. The water murmured and we answered.

I'm certain that body of water still exists somewhere and the questions we asked still remain—waiting.