After weeks of roller-coaster rain, fluctuating between drizzle and deluge, with mist filling brief respites, the sun appeared, striking Aubrey like a silent sledgehammer as she ran her daily course through the woods -- a route she'd long ago memorized, every twist and incline of the now-muddy trail, every jutting branch and fallen trunk, every root that poked from the ground, hoping to trip her -- and she realized in that instant that she preferred the gray of clouds and the bite of cold, for the sun's illumination brought clarity, a sharpness, a focus: the very thing she was trying to escape.
Christa Loughrey
19/1/2024 09:09:56 am
I enjoyed this one, Michael - love the idea behind it.
Paul Freeman
19/1/2024 12:39:56 pm
Viva grey days! Like it!
tracy duckett
20/1/2024 02:33:27 pm
poignant and relevant!
Sue Clayton
21/1/2024 12:51:44 am
A sad reflection on a depressive life. Comments are closed.
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