Ethan Hauser

“He had heard all those tales about people and rain and the river, the rise they never thought would reach them. He had listened to them recite their reasons for staying. They watched the water cascade down the hillsides, heard the melody of the sky turned inside out. For days this chant lasted, and still it was not enough, or it was too magnetic to walk away from. Maybe they thought they had found the center of the world.”