A Long Walk

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Aosta Valley, Italy (Carl Borg on Unsplash)

 

It had been a misty sunrise. The light rode soft atop the milky white outside.

He thought it was an omen and that she ought to stay in. “You won’t see where you’re going,” he fretted.

She told him the mist would clear. She could read it in the air. She could smell it in the tang of pine. She readied her day-bag and rushed through her chores.

Still he fussed. “What if not?”

She understood. She also knew he hadn’t grown up in these mountains. His roots did not go deep into this land, while her family traced their ancestry to the Ligures. Her people lived in these environs even before the Celts had arrived.

He feared what she did not.

In more ways than one, she realized.

It was another reason that she needed to take a long walk. Exactly so she could see where she was going.

 

 

 

For What Pegman saw: Aosta Valley, Italy

 

 

21 thoughts on “A Long Walk

  1. A super story, Na’ama. Great though it is to have someone concerned for your welfare, it’s not healthy if they worry too much. Your heroine is strong and adventurous, and needs to be free to express that, even if there is a risk involved. I feel sure she’s level-headed enough to make the right choice! (You’ve drawn her character really well, and your reveal about her purpose is excellent)

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  2. Although my *must have* walks have been either in the woods or more later by the beach, I do understand how important those types of walks are for clearing the head and getting things into perspective. And to walk in the Alps… that sure is head-clearing air. 🙂

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    • Thank you, Lynn! I agree, she has some thinking to do about whether the differences between them open too wide a gulf between them — not, perhaps, because of his history or ancestry, but because of his personality and the way he may feel a need to cling and/or clip her wings. But we shall see, won’t we? Perhaps she’ll have come back from the walk with new patience and they’d have a good long talk and then a good long walk together, and he’d learn to love the mountains or at least love them through her eyes … Who knows … 😉

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