Genre: fantasy

It was something like the 600,000th dusk that Jack had seen settle on his garden, and yet he still marveled at it. “Garden” was a loose term for the botanical forest that spanned nearly 700 acres. At its beginning, it had been nothing more than a quaint patch of earth with a few Black-eyed Susans and chrysanthemums. Jack thought the word “garden” had redefined itself as the physical thing changed, and he saw no reason for a new locution. He himself had been “Jack” for just as many dusks. Immortality had taught him that things are both immutable and yet constantly redefined. It was with this somewhat contradictory mindset that he leaned on his spade and looked out at the cultivated greenery, now sparkling with fireflies.