My feet were blistered and burned, from the heat of the street, scorching through the holes in my boots. The rubber wore out in places, leaving nothing to protect my skin. Yet, I still wore them. It was that or go barefoot. That was not a smart choice, midsummer, traveling the roads, looking for a home.
The only thing keeping me from going blind in this adventure is the old ball cap I found two towns back. Sunglasses…those would be heaven right now, but this ballcap is doing nicely. It allows me to at least look ahead, instead of staring at the pavement, counting the yellow dashes as I walk. The sun is high and bright, and I’m heading straight for it.
I cannot see beyond the hill I’m approaching, but my heart is not filled with hope or optimism. Those thoughts had been banished a while ago, along with so many others. I was alone, and I’ve grown to accept that. Some days, it’s better, some days it’s worse.
Days like today, I just wanted to know there are others.
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