The salty coastline
Portland, Maine
I sat here to take a rest.
I can’t walk the rest of the way.
I want to write about all the colors and the beauty hidden in this city.
Right now I can’t though,
The fog still hasn’t lifted.
But it’s still early.
It’s early enough for the city though.
Coast life. Tourist; people, cars, rucks, police and fire engines going by.
Heard over my headphones.
I could go on but Ill spare you the details.
Yuck, I hate crowds.
There goes the kids train we have that runs here in town,
Another hidden gem.
A very small old working train we have.
Takes kids and their family probably one to two miles total?
Kids love it.
It’s cute.
Pass by the water and the beach.
I wish this fog would burn off, I want to go to the beach.
I’m Irish but somehow even paler.
Maybe because I'm growing frailer?
I don’t know
I’m not going to try thinking that way,
Get out of my mind.
The fog is from the wildfires.
I don't think this is going to burn off like normal.
This season is a fantasy.
We have everything, today is just an off day.
Oh well, I’m walking home.
Good luck everyone.
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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