50 Word Stories: No Worries

As we meandered in Sunday languor a Spring sun warming our backs, the view the same both up and down, we touched the sky. Only the pathway's lush, green verges gave consistency to our world, the rocks true weight. We flew for those minutes with feet firmly planted. Never worrying.

12 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: No Worries

      1. I do prefer the more rough coastlines, like we have in the south of the Netherlands, were there a more wild waves. Walking along the sea, with (no matter the temperature) my naked feet through the water…

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