Barefoot, she and him raced upwards through the trees – sunbeams chasing them through the almost translucent green leaves above.

‘Come on!’ she shouted as she grabbed his hand. ‘Its just up here.’
‘Alright, alright. Ain’t as young as I used to be, little missy.’
‘Mama says age don’t matter.’
‘Well, your mamas still young.’

They broke the edge of the trees and stopped at a cliff edge. Below in the crevices, thousands of birds flew back and forth from their nests. ‘My oh my, you certainly found a view.’
‘Pretty, huh? Only I know this place.’

They sat. And hundreds of feet below, the plains stretched onwards covered in capillaries of flickering river in endless light.
‘Grandpa?’
‘Yep?’
‘Nothin’!’
She smiled at him and he looked down at her and smiled back.
‘You sure you don’t want to say?’
She looked down and picked a couple blades of grass.
’What’s it like to be old?’
He looked outwards into the distance, breathed deep and felt the warmth on his face.
‘Age don’t matter, little missy.’