Stories from the Canopy
On a clear August night, a couple lay under a skylight roof counting meteors. Thirty-seven streaks later, they promised to return each year, bringing a tiny notebook to record wishes.
Stories from the Canopy
A family rigged a picnic basket to a simple pulley. Up floated warm waffles, berries, and a jug of maple syrup. The youngest announced, giggling, that gravity tasted delicious today.