I retraced my steps
I retraced my steps through the undergrowth, back across the stream and through the gardens, up and down the stairs in the house you share, but I didn’t find the right way to begin. And then I remembered your meeting with the mole, and what he had said about burrowing and holes.
How quietly one must listen, how small one must become.
And suddenly I saw it there, just as you had said: a gap almost hidden in the grass like a tiny mountain pass.