Solachi Voz
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A young writer. Musicianship, perspective and retrospective thought. Experience life. #Oakland
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The Precipice
It was colder than I had expected. The wind was welcome, but became icy quite rapidly. The sweat that covered each layer of my clothing stuck to my glistening skin, growing colder with every gust of mountain breeze. There was no refuge from the sting. The irregular shapes of perspiration had formed a splotchy pattern on my zip-up hoodie. Darker patches of black grew steadily, staining my hoodie like lakes amidst an arid landscape. I opened my mouth to taste the air, but it punished me by taking my breath away. The blood inside my teeth sent shockwaves through my jaw, corroborating the obvious: fall was here. As my muscles began to relax, my pulse slowed. There was a different, louder crunch beneath my feet, as I made my way to the precipice. The trees were changing, and there were so many of them. They were different here. In time, we would see which ones were deciduous, and which ones will live forever. After all, time reveals everything.
By Solachi Voz7 years ago in Wander