Riding Out The Storm

Such an opposing blue sky, a contrast to any color of whom dared brush its horizon. With a glance she barely noticed the sky and concentrated solely on her footing. The hike had been a long one, traveling down and down until the valley floor was with in reach. “Did I turn right or left at that last fork?” she thought.

The question was but a mental distraction, the trail a physical challenge and onward she did journey. Farther and deeper she traveled into the valley until the path grew wide and dusty. The concentration had been blinding, until now. Now the change in terrain caused a pause. From high above a raven cried, “Look at me,” but she paid no mind. Her concentration was now broken.
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