As I arrived at the packhouse I walked into the office and fished out a notebook, along with a sharpened pencil. Finding a comfortable spot on the patio, I settled down on the weathered wooden bench, my gaze drifting over the sprawling landscape that surrounded the packhouse.
The sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the grounds. To my right, plans were underway to transform the lush green space into a bustling neighborhood, dotted with houses that would soon fill the area.
I looked beyond the impending development, contemplating the clearing just a short distance away, which would likely be the new site for the town. The thought of new beginnings mingled with a touch of nostalgia as I thought about trying not to disrupt too many clearings. I would
