Photo Courtesy of Ted Strutz
I looked at this week’s picture and thought “Home!” I know this boat – I grew up with ferry travel in my blood. Here in the Puget Sound region, this method of travel is well loved and, at times, hated. To me, it still means ‘adventure ahead’. I will shortly become much more ferry-dependent, as we have purchased 10 acres of land on Whidbey Island, where we will be building a new home (see pictures below my story). I look forward to becoming a ‘regular’ on the Mukilteo – Clinton run.
Word Count: 100
Into the Open
The boat moved relentlessly toward the dock on the other side of the sound. This trip was usually for fun and adventure, the island destination a place for crabbing, boating, and freedom from routine. Today’s trip was solemn, a funeral to attend. Too many funerals lately. That time of life, I suppose.
Life seems more precious, like a jewel once lost that had been returned to safekeeping. Looking around, I see the sky coloring, the island nearing, everything moving me to the next moment, an inexorable pull like the moon on the tide.
Life will go on, into the open.
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© Erin Leary
My new view…my writing desk will face this direction.
It already feels like home….