Polum Chill

They're staying in a hotel the next town over.

They'll be back in the morning.

Apparently leaving your kids behind was in fashion this summer.

At about noon, we left my house with the two rucksacks, a sleeping bag for each of us, and the tent, and made our way to Chris's house.

It was fairly close by, and part of the same pleasant neighborhood.

We talked and joked a lot, walking side by side, nodding and greeting a couple of the familiar neighbors as we went.

It was a crazy nice day.

The sun was almost too much.

It was hot on our necks, and the trees by the sidewalk seemed to glow green from underneath as the sunlight passed through the leaves.

The sprinkler offered us some water as we walked by one house, and it felt good in my hot arms.

I was already sweating by the time we got to Chris's place.

We hadn't been walking for more than twenty minutes.

We didn't go inside his house immediately because it was so hot, so we went straight to his garden and dumped our bags in the shade.

He wasn't joking.

The gate of his garden backed straight on to an impressive forest.

Very tall, thin trees stood high above the house and continued as far as I could see.

Some bushes and shrubs littered the forest floor, but most of it was either grass or fairly smooth sections of dirt.

I didn't see how this forest was classified as small.

"'Looks good, right?'

he boasted.