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First of all, this is a work in progress, AND I write like 'let's just see how it goes', meaning there is no real plot. Frankly, I have no idea what I'm getting myself into. Overall, hope you enjoy!!
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My entire life is made up of seconds. They tick on endlessly, shaping the events that make it up. Mercilessly, they can become slower to the mind's eye, making struggles seem longer in comparison to what the mind sees as preferred.
Second by second, I descended the rocky trails of Anacortes' own Washington Park. I was surrounded by thick Northwestern foliage in the forms of hemlocks and thornbushes. Brisk air swirled around me. I could see the rocky end of my particular trail, at the coast. I had a good view of Hat Island, and of the sheer cliff to my upper left.
Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, I went to work on what was to be done. Carefully, I edged down the rocks to the coastline, and scooched left until I had my back pressed up against a smooth wall of rock.
Okay, easy does it.. I thought, wedging myself between cliffs, gradually making my way up. I could see the sun from where I was...scooching...just feet away. Grunting, I sprawled myself out on the next cliff-face, completely soaked in perspiration and sunlight.
After what seemed like minutes, I hopped to my Asic-clad feet and trudged up Washington Park. I could make out the outlines of two large birds of prey in the distance. Just a little further..I assured myself as I flipped my camera on.
Edging closer to the tall tree, I focused my cam lens on the two eagles, who were watching over the water like a mother to a child. Snapping photos, I pulled out my notebook from a back pocket.
- Brisk day
- Little sun, but hardly any fog
- Anacortes, Wash. Park
- Eagles, the odd bug in between the rocks at the shore
I continued taking notes. This article would begin my Travel column. I grinned, almost snickered.
A hand clamped down on my shoulder. Whipping my head around, I felt - and saw - another hand press cloth to my mouth and nose. Head feeling warm and weightless, I heard a snicker, something far from what I would normally hear.
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