I left Roylsden a ways away and was headed... nowhere, but my legs usually took me towards the river so, without thinking, that's where I went.
The sun had climbed just above the horizon, making the air warmer, and as I walked a shallow mist rose from the river and crept along beside me. Ahead, long rushes were submerged beneath it; above it, the tops of rocks and boulders and a few trees emerged.
Everything was hushed. No bird, no insect. No distant cry of coyote or bark of dog. The whole world, and everything in it, held its breath.
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
It’s really visual the way you’ve written it Drew and very atmospheric. It’s like place I used to frequent in my youth and I feel I’m there with her. This story is fascinating; beautifully written and I’ve no idea where it’s headed... except maybe to tragedy... or maybe young love fulfilled!
Christopher over 1 year ago
Beautiful imagery. The title sounds like it could be the opening lyrics of a lost Bob Dylan song. "Sunup, going nowhere.....(harmonica wails)"
Drew Martyn over 1 year ago
Thanks Neville, thanks Christopher. Yes, I can hear Bob Dylan singing that line now... ;)