It was like a song, a tune I heard over the coppice curling down among us. Perhaps it was Violet touching her guitar which beat, and throbbed, responsive in her hands. She shifted it accommodating Esme(e) who came to sit once more. She sat upon a stone and set her chin upon her knees and held her gray skirts to her and lifted her deep brown eyes
watching Elaine.
        Unexpected, yet longed for. 
        "We will go to view the falls above Treherne Lake," Elaine confided. "We have ventured many places, many places, but not yet to the Falls, the Great Falls, above deep Treherne Lake. Do you know them?"
        The wing beat within my heart.