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Ride

GRC_RFS_VikosBridge

 

Dear Diary,

 

The foothold gives

 

Within the shifting sienna soil

 

Slowly sliding downward

 

A little more

 

Crumbling outward, and settling on level, if not firm, ground.

 

It does not appear

 

That the way to continue is to retrace the fallen steps.

 

The earthen walls are sheer.

 

The sky crowns the distant precipice

 

Of the first faltering steps

 

That led to this place,

 

A different place,

 

With an unfamiliar view

 

And unusual possibilities.

 

It is a dry river bed.

 

Swirls of sediment mark the distant memory of rushing water,

 

Now absent.

 

It stretches ahead

 

Beyond the reach of sight

 

Destination unclear.

 

Further down, the bank is yet passable.

 

Ascent would be possible through tangled trees

 

And steep, rock strewn incline.

 

The point of origin could perhaps be reached

 

Once again.

 

Climb back up or explore onward?

 

Water begins to seep in ever increasing rivulets

 

Soaking the thirsty ground.

 

Saturation becomes mud.

 

Walking becomes unsteady.

 

The roar of the approaching torrent can be heard

 

Before it arrives.

 

Scramble to the bank or ride the impending wave?

 

 

 

Ride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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