I fingered the treasures in my pocket as I strolled to the tree that hovered over the creek. It had no soil under it. Roots dangled through the air, then plunged straight and deep into rushing water.
Fish swam between roots. With soil between roots the tree had sheltered a rabbit burrow, not swimming fish.
Snakes and spiders used to meander through these fine hairy roots where now minnows darted and frogs jumped. Big winds roiled the creek.
My head jerked up when the bell clanged to call me home.