by underswansea

_LME2583He noticed his breath coming shorter long ago. Struggling with the glade up Swansea. Even steps to the second floor. It worried him.

There is a mountain of worry that will hold you back if you let it.  The creek bottom bridge has been washed out with ice. Eagles cross paths, ravens hold them back. It is a numbers game.

Even watching nature can be detriment.

2 inches of water on the ice. Slipping.

It still feels good. The air feels good.

The worry hung in there


He was five feet deep  in the backwoods, but neither lost or all used up.