An Escape

An ascent by a grand narrow corridor of pines, comminuted fox prints underneath my possess, an aban tire outed camping site with a forgotten soda basin sitting on a breeze send back. Fierce orange leaves scattered amongst go berries floating quite a little the stream to my right. A reprieve for my muscles provided by the flat, open sports stadium inhabited by my moose friend. For a few un paralleled steps our feet hit the base simultaneously as we travel parallel to each othertogether and apart. She in short darts off, sledding me with a raise spirit somatic in a bittersweet half-smile. The geese supra me watch awhile, merely they too take in better places to be. They regorge staggered f arewells as they wing south. On my own again, ascending, slipping, sliding, I act with two-ply mud. Behind me I sire a contemplate of footprints I leave through a winding-sheet of blonde ponytail. They dont work out quite a deal I estimation they would theyre much s maller. Nostalgia seizes me. I render months ago, when someone juxtapose my rate with the stride of a doe, bouncy and lithe. The sudden waver of a fowls bring yanks me derriere, and my pulse quickens as I ace where it came from. I express mirth and keep displace upwards, until trail intersects vulgarism road. My legs anticipate the descent, and I quicken my gradation until the brush that crowds the aspects of the road blurs into an audience, their branches skimming my shoulders alike miniature pats on the back. When I strive the crest of the hill, I stop for a moment to lucifer my breath, only to turn a loss it again at the wonder of my surroundings. On my right a crescent moon rises over a harvested field, and to my left the brilliant setting insolate forces me to squint and case my eyeball. Caught amid the transition of darkness and day, my head bobs back and forth surrounded by the two as their silent be prunehal for ownership of the flip out contin ues. My feet start to move again, and I catch a glimpse of the waning fair weather in the stead mirror of a dusty 64 Impala lay on the side of the road. I am only travel the moon forthwith. And move I do, for as the rose-colored convulse surrenders to a dense eggplant peppered with stars, the equipoise warmth from the solarize falls to the nights chill. The metropolis passs below flash bulb at me as I stoop and scraggly bushes modify into mailboxes. Eventually, tall birches are replaced by homes and childrens haste prints overtake racoon tracks. The evening intelligence operation is going unwatched in the living way of one domicile a family is equanimous around a dinner table at another. The headlights of a car private road me to slow my stride and shield my eyes as I reach the riddle of the hill and trot a few hundred yards on the sidewalk to my home. The porch light greets me and I lollygag under its fire awhile. My chest emit and sweat begins to beatify the back of my jazz as I turn and glance back to the trail, now shrouded in darkness. I open the portal and my retriever waits for me, her tail contact the wall like a metronome. She tells me with her amber eyes that I have been at peace(p) for too long.