1 Photo 1 Story: PNW

 A vision held, A still, the small thing, A photograph, where all the memories lay to rest. Opie, born miles away never seeming more at home amongst the green leaves.

I moved there just, a newly married young man. We were lost. Where Washington's foggy morning said hello. The sway clash of the water against our home said goodnight.

A postcard's fragile, fading sheen. But fate, with sudden and shifting hand drew us back to the mountains companionship.