8. My Machu Picchu
I’d walked for six days. Standing between the stone pillars of the Sun Gate, I closed my eyes to fix the pureness of absolute silence in my ears, the caress of cool air on my face. I felt strong. The towering peak on the far side of the ruins was rumored to have the water I needed. Could I get there and back before dark? I tucked my gear out of sight and was about to descend when I hesitated. The sleeping bag was borrowed. The knapsack held everything I owned. I hitched them to my back and started down. (100)
Loving the artwork! Keeps getting better and better.
Great story……you are so gifted and talented, Rebecca. Been handling so many things the last couple of weeks and finally had time to read your articles. I want to be in a particular place, both physicall and mentally, where I can just focus on your wonderful stories…..thank you, my buddy…….