sciophilous

We spent three days in the same forest that summer. Nothing but me, you and the endless trees. Sunlight is good, vital, but partial darkness makes everything more beautiful, understated. We were transformed into the past, where we spent days chasing each other as kids, climbing trees we would swear reached up to the sky. ‘You were my sun, I was your shade,’ that’s what you always used to say. I can still remember the smell of toasted marshmallows by the makeshift fire, even now.

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