Soon the beige and black buildings with gardens around it gave way to agricultural fields and farmhouses with barns just like his and in the afternoon, the golden afternoon, the afternoon that shimmered like closely knot pearls and fine particles of memories breezed into him.
He saw cows and goats grazing and children playing. He rested his head, leaned back, and sighed.
The train increased its speed and rhythmically rocked.
The village lay at the foothills of the serene mountains and before the woods and the rock formations that stretched to the sea. Tenney was relocated to the village with his grandfather and grandmother when his parents and little brother died of some kind of pandemic that affected the welsh region of the country. He and his grandfather traveled by carts and on foot
