Afternoons stretch. Kids commandeer the abandoned barn for forts; adults prune, mend, or tinker—fences to be mended, engines to be coaxed back to life. The river, a silver seam through the map of the land, draws everyone eventually. People lean on its banks, feet dangling in cool water, the current erasing the day’s edges. Stories surface that can’t be told in town: the year the storm took Mrs. Halvorsen’s roof, the fox that learned to open the coop door, the boy who carved initials into the old willow and promises to return.