Thursday, February 11, 2016

The Life Line

A wright of passage.

A warm eau de vie would be nice, Marco thought.  He kept walking.  His wet feet can no longer feel the ground.  He clutched the trash bag over his shoulder.  It was good that he remembered to bring it. His father taught him on how to use it to keep oneself warm on nights like these.   A stupid idea he thought at first but now it was keeping him from freezing.  Amidst the thick fog, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.  A visage of civilization.  A tall power line standing.  It could only mean one thing.  Wi-fi!

#wreck #glimmerofhope #bkuemoon #powerline #nightphotgraphy 
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