Picture courtesy of Erin Leary
An eerie morning mist whiting out the sun over the Sammamish slough in late November. This is one of my favorite haunts in our area, I can frequently be found here, walking my dog, reveling in the natural beauty that surrounds us. For more information, see my past posts here and here.
For the view looking the opposite direction that same moment, see below. So much changes with a simple 180 degree turn…
Word count: 100
I could barely move in the cumbersome suit.
“Remember – don’t loosen the clasps even one inch. The damage can’t be undone.”
For those like me of an age, this life was harder. Too many memories of being free, the sun on our shoulders. We remembered.
“Got it, mate. No worries.”
Humans are good at adapting. We adopted the new ways; we survived. Life went on, technology protecting us from ourselves.
Moving down the path, I looked back one last time, catching sight of the burning white sun. Feeling the air on my skin was worth it. I missed the old days.
© Erin Leary
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