Walking Away

If I let my eyes glaze over a bit, I can see the bloom of the autumn colors in the landscape before me.

The almost neon-green on the fields clashes with the dull blues and oranges of the houses and oranges of the small town. The massive dark purple clouds that always hung over the town and back as far as the eye could see spit down a white lighting bolt that grazed the horizon with a dull crack.

These clouds are big in the way the you’d think of gods as big. Probably bigger.

I lean back against the tree that’s slowly loosing it’s leaves in the cool autumn breeze. It’s now that I decide to turn my back on this town and start heading out.

Yeah, I’m walking.

I crashed my car. If I had another one, I’d probably crash that one, too.

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