You ever roll across Norris Lake in Tennessee and wonder what is underneath that glassy water? I keep thinking about Loyston, the town that sat right where the coves shimmer now.
No, it did not crumble or fade. It got covered, plain and quiet, and that difference changes how the story lands when you stand on the shore and listen for what you cannot see.
On calm days, the water looks almost too still, like it is keeping a promise. Locals talk about roads, foundations, and fields resting exactly where the sunlight breaks on the surface…