I walked too far on a cold, grey day – all the way to the Portman house. It’s a local landmark for obvious reasons.
There was nothing to be done except walk back, the hardware in my left ankle moaning. Or at least complaining.
These are some things I saw…
A boy, alone, rode his bicycle
While two small castles returned to dust.
A yellow pail – left behind – grieved.
Then things started to get creepy. A jaw bone appeared.
A giant spider visited
the wild mushrooms. Who even knew that wild mushrooms grow in the sand?
A conch stood tall – inexplicably – held up at gunpoint?
While the sand dollar glistened and hid.
Finally: a powdered doughnut appeared on the path.
The path less traveled, to say the least. A quiet path, out of the way. On the way back home.
I took that as a good sign.
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