Each day the wood-chipped path would creep in through lace holes and scrawl its earthen signature upon her socks.
Collared wind blew the secrets of the leaves through a tangle of whistling hair
The labelled trees, landmarks to tourists on the nottinghamshire tree-trail reached to her when she froze on the bench to miss the dining hall.
birds of paradise chirping in a minor lament of their chicken-wire palace understood, only.
when they drained the lake to search for a body, and the parched park cried leaf-crisps in red and orange, they were warned from walking alone and the grass stretches ached for musing students to sprawl chatter on its back.
then, as seasons cast a veil on the rumours and caution, she was taller, and handed to a boy. they deciphered the war memorial's foreign symbols for something to talk about.