The Town and the Sea

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r the harbor, letting the damp air fill her lungs. She was still connected to the town by the long wooden pier but she felt precariously close to a brand new future in a brand new town. The next day she would be sailing out of the harbor on a long voyage into the unknown.</p><p id="fb76">Turning around to once again face the town, she found herself missing it already. It was her home for over twenty years. To her it was the known. She could not imagine not being a part of it.</p><p id="acf1">Slowly, she began walking the pier back to the buzz. There was still much partying to be had and many good-byes yet to be said. She was vacillating between sadness and excitement, between the past and the future. Her emotions entered a strange zone of befuddled detachment. Her confused thoughts entered a state of suspended animation.</p><p id="7b2b">She was suddenly aware only of her feet moving alon

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g the pier and the fact that the pier was a line separating the known and the unknown.</p><p id="d8a9"><i>Copyright by <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>White Feather</b></a>. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction.</i></p><p id="94f6"><i>Speaking of leaving home…</i></p><div id="dbf1" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/feelings-from-the-future-8490f69cd54a"> <div> <div> <h2>Feelings From the Future</h2> <div><h3>Glimpses of a different home</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*Zl2PZdWTEPlqrfmTYl2HgQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A moment caught between the two

The human buzz was vibrating intensely in the town as it always does on a Friday night. There were many parties, many celebrations, and many last minute drivers on the streets. Many feasts were prepared in people’s homes and restaurants were packed.

She was watching it all from the pier. She could feel the energy throughout her body. She had stepped out of the buzz for a few moments of quiet stillness. Of course the noise of that buzz could still be heard.

She turned around and focused her gaze out over the harbor, letting the damp air fill her lungs. She was still connected to the town by the long wooden pier but she felt precariously close to a brand new future in a brand new town. The next day she would be sailing out of the harbor on a long voyage into the unknown.

Turning around to once again face the town, she found herself missing it already. It was her home for over twenty years. To her it was the known. She could not imagine not being a part of it.

Slowly, she began walking the pier back to the buzz. There was still much partying to be had and many good-byes yet to be said. She was vacillating between sadness and excitement, between the past and the future. Her emotions entered a strange zone of befuddled detachment. Her confused thoughts entered a state of suspended animation.

She was suddenly aware only of her feet moving along the pier and the fact that the pier was a line separating the known and the unknown.

Speaking of leaving home…