Beyond, Behind, Below

I realized this when I was walking yesterday (oh, hell no, I didn’t walk this morning!): “Beyond, Behind, Below” is the story that I always think about when I’m walking this time of year–when it’s cold and the grass sparkles as the first light hits it, when I’m alone for most of the walk, because it’s too early for cars. I just always have this sense that something could happen–a man could emerge from the mist–and, in this weather, I just wouldn’t be surprised.

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