I travel long distances without leaving my home.
This is truth.
I pull the hood over my head, cover my eyes and I am back on the road, blacktop beneath my soles, blackthorn in my hand, tall pines doused in their pungent cologne, rising tall and casting everything shadow.
This is truth
Blacktop fades to gravel fades to black dirt stained grey and the birch draw closer, birds talking from the broad reeds, powder puff cattails and rushes green. Giving directions. Giving meaning.
This is truth.
Feeling gravities pull to gloaming space, I ramble on.
This is truth.
8 responses to “Truth”
Oh, the imagery here makes me want to sit down and write. This is truth. I rather like that phrasing, and I’ve missed your words.
You should sit down and write. Give yourself permission to write whatever comes out and not judge it with the internal editor. Tell Her to take a vacation and go fly a kite.
Great advice. I actually sat down and wrote a short story this week about a creative vampire. Felt good to do that. I absolutely need to do it more. I admire how much you are able to write. You always inspire me.
I don’t have much choice in the matter. Good writing or bad, it just needs to be written. Glad you were able to find the time and energy 🤗
Wonderful!! I can feel my feet on that blacktop.
I need to walk more. I might be less tired if I walked more. Asphalt or forest paths.
I enjoy walking. It seems to clear my head, and is good exercise.
Yes, I miss living in downtown Seattle where it was more practical to walk everywhere than it was to own a car. I’d be in better health if I had stuck to that kind of routine.