I saw two, I grabbed two, I held one.
Its metallic, bubbly shape merged the two halves to form a sort of stone. In my hand I knew it to be a key.
In search of a door, I told myself. Or maybe a window. Though less known to keys than mere handles, shouldn't one allow a window to play entry every now and then?
We're breaking new ground, I remember thinking. For all those who stand opposed to the earth's pull, who instead answer the horizon, whose up was out and whose down was in.
It caught me unawares, the sound - the screech. All that followed. By that time I'd ducked back down and meandered below the forest's boughs back to my home.
They'd come or they wouldn't, I remember thinking. Either seemed so sure, so ironclad, yet so far away. I lifted my own bubble up to enjoy the sunshine a little longer.