i leave my toe shoes off and squish into the lush green swamp sanctuary seeking the troll kids.

just after i picture mister i see them lying down by my submerged feet. r. asks are they having a good summer? they sure look happy in their green sanctuary, though the boy is laying beneath a soggy cattail.
 

ahh. the wonderful feeling of a green sanctuary in the midst of construction by a freeway in a devastating heartleap city.