Mt. Saint Franklin

 

A sort of chastity, pollutes me.

Hinders my reaction.

Makes living unsustainable.

Almost…intolerable.

If it were not for the abandoned house.

The left shoe littered by a white line.

Trails purposely marked but deliberately…hard to find.

Clogs in the sleet and ice.

Boots in the sand.

The oddity of it all interrupting the big plan.