Happy memory

Zipping sound, the back of my hand against the canvas. Then the clear scent of distance, the impossible clarity. Birds unconcerned by this new mammal bounce toward me and away. It will be minutes before I feel cold. I step out like a foal being born, knocking dew from the tent onto the ground.

tent

This post was completed in today’s Global Perspectives in Education class. The prompt: write about a happy memory.

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