jehode avatar

Autumn #3

by

Our days were spent skipping lectures, wandering the countryside, sometimes sleeping under trees, occasionally shivering in summer rainstorms wishing we’d stayed indoors. Every lane and B road teased us onwards past the next bend, and we walked and walked. Tempering the thrill of not knowing where we’d spend the night was tiredness and aching bodies - but never regret: if we had a choice of being anywhere else other than where we were, we’d refuse it.
Sometimes, we pooled our money to get a room in whatever pretty country pub we stumbled into.
It was another life, closer to the soul.

Be the first to comment

Sign up or Sign in to leave a comment on this drabble.