I’m not sure how I got here but here is where I am once again. It started with an image, a picture of some hats on a rack, nothing ominous, mundane actually.
I let my mind wander and I was back on the beach. I felt the salt air sending my hair into its familiar frizz. I could use one of those hats.
The gulls and the sea crashing on the beach harmonized; a distant clanking echoed.
I am alone here. Not just without a husband or kids, family or friends, alone, but completely alone.
There is no one.
This week’s photo: © Jan Wayne Fields