He moved swiftly, efficiently. Walking Man never said a word except “Hello” each time he passed, or each time I passed him as he sat drinking coffee at a café.
The skin of boulders holds onto our touch and tucks rattlesnakes into the earth. Waterfalls pulled the blue of our veins to the near surface as our toes submerged to rocks steamed with glacier water.
I’m a one-hundred-percent-rational adult, but I feel delightfully off-balance as I realize I’m walking toward my destiny – the new horoscopes for the upcoming Year of the Rat.