Our rainboots were muddy. We had been trudging for minutes or days: the midnight sun betrayed time.
Then, we walked into a month. We knew it was a month because the colors had gone that color and the sun had disappeared behind a wall of cloud.
"Lunch?" my sister said.
We ate turkey and cheddar out of brown paper bags, sitting on a log. Water dripped from trees onto our laps. Leaves went soggy underfoot. Blinking rain drops from our eyes, we smiled, and heard a starling sing.
photo by Maggie/Folkloric.