The Book of Nature

A boy. A bike. A beautiful afternoon. Brandon hopped on his Huffy and pedaled down the road. The wind felt good on his face. He pedaled faster. He wondered if a bird felt like this when it soared through the air. He pedaled some more. But birds get tired. So do boys. Brandon stopped near a secluded creek. He left his bicycle near the path and stepped through fallen branches and brush to get to the water’s edge. Sunlight filtered through the treetops and made the murky water twinkle. Brandon...