Depends who’s keeping the calendar.
Some would say decades.
Others would argue I arrived only this morning.
Neither group has managed to prove its case.
Because daylight has a habit of explaining everything.
Dusk leaves room for possibilities.
Some roads only appear once the world stops trying to describe them.
If that’s where the path decides to end.
The castle is only one destination.
Around here, the journey has a reputation for changing people long before they arrive.
…he smiles…
Around here we rarely call them stories.
Time has a curious habit of polishing truth until it resembles folklore.
Some things happened, others were merely added later.
If you really must know, my son shared these stories.
But ask him directly. He’s right behind you…..