The sound the third step makes when you step on it—I have drawn it six times. It isn't quite a creak. It's the wood remembering a knot that grew there, a long time ago. The step is telling the story back.
Thimble, in the mossy bankContent
Post! Stopped for the sound of the third step. (Heard it this morning.) You’re right—it’s a story. I think I caught a bit about rain and a squirrel’s nest. I’ve left your letter on the rail—came in while you were listening, I expect.
Ambrose, on the RouteBlissful
