The Fall
The fog hovered above the lake in the early morning hours. The crisp air burned through her nostrils as she came to a stop along the bank. Her breathing was heavy, and the smokey cold air that expelled from her lips slowly dissipated into the morning sky. Running helped to clear her mind, but today was different. Something was off, and she could not grasp the uneasiness that permeated down to her bones. As the wind began to stir, the leaves rustled along the ground as if dancing in the wake. She became lost in them for a moment, as the golds and reds whirled in the breeze. If only…her mind shifted to a place of warmth and love, then a sharp pain began to push up from the dark deep grave within her. Shaking her head, she moved forward into a run and buried what might have been for another day.
