I wandered over to the water, passing shells planted on their faces, bits of driftwood, dirty feathers half-buried in the sand. The sky arched in a flawless blue dome above me, curving down in front of me to met the water at the horizon far away. Gulls winged their way down the beach, searching for handouts and mischief.
Month: March 2019
I was already alone, of course. But it wasn’t until I unzipped my tent and looked out at the still, quiet world around me did I feel alone. But then, who wouldn’t when there’s nobody to keep me company for miles around and my relatives and friends probably think I’m dead? I got out of my sleeping bag and stepped out of my tent, and then it was suddenly like the tent wasn’t part of me anymore, wasn’t there to protect me, and I was shoved into this much harsher, more wild world.
He was a sleek and shiny cat,
With eyes of vibrant green
And fur that was a brilliant black,
No prettier cat was seen.
“Spin,” said the sun to the earth
“Cry,” said the earth to the rain
“Grow,” said the rain to the plants