rock scissors paper

had a dream last night about the forts i used to make in the woods with my pal k. we always would clear a space between a circle of trees, line with stones, and make a fire pit with a fake rotisserie. every fort had a welcome mat made from a piece of left over wood from our dads' workshop, painted or artfully done of course. we had secret code names for them. like the robin's nest. and the best ones were out of ear shot of our parents and a secret from our brothers. we liked to pretend we couldn't hear the first calls to come home for dinner or chores and stretch the time out just a little longer. in the winter we even built "snow couches." we lived an imaginary life in these forts. one time we even planted a tree limb, propped it up with rocks and it took hold and ended up growing into a lovely tree. would be good to visit it and see if it's still there. anyhow, feels like a friday made for memories like this. o happy days!