365 Days of Creativity
day eighty eight
on the boardwalk
Autumn air hugs my side, cooling my feverish forehead.
The sun-bleached mountains carve the horizon, and if I crease my vision they fade completely. If I raise the cry of the gulls to blot out the sirens, I can almost imagine I'm somewhere else. I can think that I'm on a distant windy seashore, salty and sweet.
I can almost believe I'm not going to die here in the Valley.
Almost.
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