Daily story, May 27, 2025

We climbed and climbed, and when our heads poked up out of the branches the world had changed. We couldn’t see grandma’s house, or the road, or even the church tower. Strange creatures grazed in the field, and there were new, bright stars in the midday sky. We hoped it would all come back when we climbed down. I was anxious to go and check. But not quite yet.