For years I’ve been going up and down these steep streets. For years I’ve dreamed about what’s on the other side. When I go down I can see the sea in the far distance. Can I go there? Can I play in the sand? Can I feel the water surrounding me as I dive in? How does that feel? Does it feel like the rain that comes after the months of drought? The rain that makes me spotless again. Does it feel like that?
I’ve heard the sea is so big no-one knows exactly how big it is. I heard the sea covers 71% of the planet. But how big is the planet? And how much is 71%? I’ve never been further than this street, so I wouldn’t know.
Don’t get me wrong. I love this street. I love going up and down. Seeing the people, the animals, the houses. But sometimes it bores me. I want to see more of the world. What is on the other side of the houses?
I’m jealous of the people I see. They can go wherever they like. The can just walk to where they want to go. How I wish to do that.
But I’m stuck on this track.
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