For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green horizon, beyond which the mist veils a hill topped with strange rock formations.
Driving through the canyon between the land
Feeling like the filling in a sandwich
I found it hard to keep my eyes on the road
The rocks reaching high above my head
Shrouded in mist felt more interesting
Than our destination
Something ancient still lived there
I felt its presence like a memory
Each rock, each tree, each blade of grass whispered,
you have been here before, we miss you…
I felt lightheaded, as if I were floating in a dream
From the back seat came a shout, Mum, watch out!
I slammed on the brakes.
Someone stood in the middle of the road
Before I could hit him, he vanished
I couldn’t bring myself to tell my family
That moments before I had seen that same figure
Standing in the mist between the rocks