By the river, a huge old Sycamore tree with roots as big around as my waste and lots of nooks and crannies. And a hollow in the center as big as a room. It’s a way through, from this world to that. I climb under and go inside the tree and begin my descent. Twists and turns, ducking my head as I move through a dark, moist tunnel surrounded by the veins of trees. They Read More
