The room wasn't large, but Leonard Churchill looked at it for a long time.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally ascended the staircase to the attic.
This used to be the highest point of the woods, with a wide view that allowed one to overlook nearly the entire estate from the window.
But now the trees had grown much taller, their dense canopy obscuring the view.
With no people around, the terrace had become home to the larks.
The arrival of a human didn't disturb the larks in the nest.
Leonard Churchill gazed, unsure if they were the descendants of the lark he saw a century ago.
Thinking of something, he pulled out a pile of letters and drew out one.
It read: "Something interesting happened today. Do you remember the bird's nest outside the treehouse window? Haha, today I discovered that the lark I fed last year returned, and it brought its mate along..."
Leonard Churchill looked at it, the corners of his mouth slightly curving upwards.
