harassed down a lane. The setting sunthrough the dusty midsummer landscapeslipping past weary, unnoticed beauty,dissatisfied, cynical.The hopes of youth - ulcers arguing, speaking,self-absorbed, not even noticing how stubborn.On the crest of a hillock, the little creaturehurtled off into the forest: didn't bust, ran into, eyes closed, revived.-through the thinly treed forest, a patch of dark-green grass-Nestled its head between its forepaws, a shout:if you hang around in this wilderness, you'll have to find your own way back.No sound from the forest. Listened for another moment, lost in thought.The sun set: for a moment afraid it would try to escape. It showed no sign of fear at all.Alone in the forest, on a summer evening. Abandoned.What does one usually do in such a situation?gazed at the sunset's last road tenderly.refreshed, contemplated mulling overwhat had happened.unplugged, peacefully the night forest didn't return even an echo,splitting not a squeak:"got to get back home right away".This episode's cover photo credited to: https://www.freepik.com/free-photo/blue-oil-paint-strokes-textured-background_13462556.htm Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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