Initially, I felt that Phoebe was alone, and my heart tightened a little… but as your post progressed, it was as if the layers of a story were opening up.

Every scene came alive – the little secrets hidden in the lap of the trees, the slightly trembling bridge, and the magic of the colors of the hydrangeas – reading all this, I felt as if I was walking on that trail myself.

And then that 1956 Ford Pickup… what a scene it must have been!

Phoebe’s presence gave this journey an innocent emotional color.

The scripture at the end – as if this journey had been wrapped in a spiritual shade.

Thank you @elizabethbit
Your words have that magic, which forces the reader not only to read but also to feel.

Lots of love, appreciation from @prince-writer and best wishes for further wanderings!