A Long Walk

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Aosta Valley, Italy (Carl Borg on Unsplash)

 

It had been a misty sunrise. The light rode soft atop the milky white outside.

He thought it was an omen and that she ought to stay in. “You won’t see where you’re going,” he fretted.

She told him the mist would clear. She could read it in the air. She could smell it in the tang of pine. She readied her day-bag and rushed through her chores.

Still he fussed. “What if not?”

She understood. She also knew he hadn’t grown up in these mountains. His roots did not go deep into this land, while her family traced their ancestry to the Ligures. Her people lived in these environs even before the Celts had arrived.

He feared what she did not.

In more ways than one, she realized.

It was another reason that she needed to take a long walk. Exactly so she could see where she was going.

 

 

 

For What Pegman saw: Aosta Valley, Italy

 

 

Take The Trail

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Photo: Philip Coons

 

Take the trail

Up the path

To where spring

Flows through minds,

And where fairies

Inspect

Those whose feet

Trail behind.

Listen on

To the leaves

Speaking tales

To the trees,

And to elves’

Rustling limbs

As they flit

In the breeze.

 

 

Dedicated with love to Dee, whose trail now flows wholly through realms beyond this physical one.

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Trail

 

 

 

Out Of Shape?

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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

If you are

Out of shape

Worry none

Worry naught,

For a log’s now

A bench

Where a rest can be

Sought.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Geometric shape

 

Berry Byway

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Bravely walk the briar byways

Brushed to either side by burrs

Each step bordered by the brambles

That await the birth of berries

And bar the fruit from brazen strays.

 

 

For the Which Way Photo Challenge