After I'd crossed the river of stones, reaching the other side without slipping, my attenton leapt out,
stepping over the Do Not Enter chain stretched across the path. Followed Cat tracks etched deeply
into the loam, flecks of yellow leaves and rotten limbs fallen from shivering trees.

From astride a tall horse she said, "The wild orange
groves were felled, because they were a fire hazard."

My feet
      hugged
the ground.