Silver Creek there were three men came out of the west

set tomorrow, 01/08, early afternoon

it reminded him, somewhat, of swiftcurrent creek. gentler, though. more scenic. a sense of calm had come over him as he strolled beneath the bare boughs of oak and cedar alike. the murmur of the stream lulled him into security. he hadn't felt this at ease since. . . well, longer than he could remember.

it probably helped, somewhat, that he had @Brook by his side.

it's beautiful here, hai naa? aditya remarked, glancing toward his daughter with a soft smile. brook was a bittersweet part of his heart. a child to hold close—one that didn't, or at least he thought so, resent his earlier abandonment. 

but so like her mother. and while it brought to mind the more carefree times spent with dawn, it brought sadness at the thought of what they had eventually become. joined together, fractured, then assembled anew. . .but much like trying to repair a shattered vase, they had never again fit quite right.

brook was different. she was his. his blood, his legacy. and as they walked together beside the meandering silver stream, he felt hope.

he felt he might at last become the man he'd always sought to be.