I felt it pass like a meteor destined to crash with earth missing only by a few million miles. I felt the tension, the slack pull from the rope, the one the keeping me tethered, keeping me in place. For a strained moment, a tight pass, a questionable evening, and now I feel at peace. I feel the walls around me sigh heavily on their own relief. I feel myself stand taller and stop looking looking around to over my left shoulder. I feel my heart beat fainted and the world a little quieter. But if that’s a trade I have to make to quiet my thoughts and slow my run, then so be it.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair