Downhill rush through Oregon forest body chills, gravity pulls no blood reaches fingers or toes. Force of the mountain bears down. Thighs and calves hold tight- knees like brakes hold back. I'm not afraid of falling. Feet thud, anxious to run pounding the ground, holding back.
Pack presses forward, toes are bruised tendons like wires winching too tight.
Heels dig deep, momentum builds the muscles tremble holding back. She groped with her feet left blank journal pages and was gone before I could tell her- gone before I even knew the muscles get so tired holding back. All rights reserved.