Day 2,903 —Light and Graceful— with a PICTURE of an ALMOST VACANT FIELD #688

I turned left and went behind the old Rothman’s on my way back to my house. There used to be more rocks and broken concrete to run on but today it was all mud. My shoes kept getting heavier as I tried to make it through. Each time I step down I felt anxious, feeling myself slowly sinking.  

I wish I could glide on top of the mud like a flightless bird.