Reflection

September 9, 1997

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My only consolation reflects back where the sun was high, the tide low, and age younger than a new day. Choking on salt water up past my neck and looking back to see you with a grin, I was at last content. Remember my first view of that oversized hill and first time to set foot on foreign soil? The air was crisp and fresh, the earth would shine with red tones, and I promised that someday it would be mine as I looked back to see you with a grin, I was at last in peace. Driving past an Indian’s home set back in the valley of pleasure we ventured on taking in the sights and letting out a breath of freedom, I was in love with life again. Remember feeling suffocated by the confines of loneliness hoping that retreat would occur? The year was upon us again pushing for action where laziness once existed. A visit here and there was nothing more than a tease as I looked back to see you with a frown.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist