The jets screamed above, piercing the skies so I escaped.
Cold plunge. Hot plunge. The breath ceased to an ocean's lull.
Curiosity felt the ground below.
The tractor lifeless.
The barber gone.
The birds mute.
The discarded plastic bag sailed in the wind like a lost spirit en route to the edge of Earth.
I went to a place. A place that wasn’t there.
