Four miles. It was one of those I walks I said needed before I ended up on the news.
It seemed the wind was pushing me back, forcing me to work harder no matter which way I walked.
Forces pushed against me, and I forced forward.
It seems to be my niche. Pushing back, and forcing forward. If you just open your arms a little, it almost feels like flying...And it feels so good.
Gratefully wind swept...
(I swore I heard a cape flick...)
I often walk in those moments too, just walk away from it all.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of you pushing forward. It's hopeful.