libby mourant
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Finding Code
She grabbed her crampons, phone and keys. Her 18 month old son was already snug in his baby carrier, swung high up on her upper back and shoulders. After releasing her maniacal dog from the trunk, who darted off up the snow covered trail that ran parallel with the empty skill hill, she followed in earnest. 2021 had started with tremendous hope but instead mankind seemed to be tumbling into a deeper, seemingly hollow, abyss. The mountain cleared her head. Made her feel alive. Collected her thoughts. Usually around forty five minutes, the ascent was challenging yet invigorating. Through the forest, following the meandering trail. Snow shoes had carved a decent thoroughfare, but the deep snow gave the familiar path a new sense of adventure. Listening to her son singing and cooing behind her, she smiled, content in the moment, enjoying the sun peaking through the snow covered trees, onto her face. Upon reaching a small foot bridge, she slowed to navigate the path, taking extra care over the rougher terrain. While watching her footing, she noticed something odd and rather incongruous. Peaking out through the carpet of snow was a small, black moleskin notebook.
By libby mourant3 years ago in Humans