A Short Excerpt from Tenderfoot
I turned my head toward the waving shadows on the grassy ground. Like before, things I should not have been able to see at such a distance became instantly clear, popping into focus, like I was standing a few feet away instead of hundreds. The noise of the leaves grew louder, a caressing noise as they brushed each other. I inhaled deeper, catching traces of people who had recently walked through, each scent unique. The smell of exhaust and diesel wafted down from the cars passing on Franklin Street. How could I have not noticed all of this before?