it's seven o'clock and the sun won't set until eight. we're walking through this park, past the unmowed grass and i wish we were in a city on the busy sidewalks instead. don't you ever wish for something bigger? I wish you didn't think I'm selfish for wanting more. let's move to the city or the country, anything but this suburban purgatory. I know you can be yourself anywhere, but I can't be myself here. I walk faster than you, trying not to be noticed. your easy stroll is so different than my fast-walk, almost broken into a jog. we pass families, kids on bikes, couples having picnics on ratty beach towels, but we are just here, walking.
I hope you liked this little piece! I get so much inspiration from the nightly walks I go on, and today’s piece is one of those small bouts of inspiration. Please feel free to leave feedback and/or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
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