Tk and rhyme

Previously

…As I walked back from the ranger station, the late afternoon air felt crisp and full of promise. I imagined Tk’s face as we walked that winding path, pointing out the glimmering fish, sharing the wild strawberries. I imagined us sitting under the grand oak, the valley spread out before us, and maybe, just maybe, I’d be brave enough to say what was really in my heart. The shyness hadn’t completely disappeared, but it felt smaller now, a little flutter instead of a giant, flapping bird. I had a plan. A perfect path. And I hoped, with all my might, that Tk would like it.