A way of life

The gravel below her bare feet hurts, but reminds her of how much has fallen between the cracks.

Three decades is not a short time. It is equivalent to the most active part of adult life. 

She walks on like a zombie, assuming that the sky has always been dark, there are horrors hidden in the depth of water and life will continue slipping like sand between her fingers. She steps gingerly on the stones, avoiding the sharp ones, and knows that firefighting has always been a way of life.

The depths of the ocean await her. The sky looks on.

4 thoughts on “A way of life

  1. So much truth here, as always. Life: It’s not the same as it used to be – yet still the unevenness cuts more sharply during quarantine and fear πŸ–€ Thank you so much for joining us again this week πŸ™‚

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