storytelling – Stephanie Springborn

June.2023.

Ten hours of sleep, three hours of South Park..

I looked to the work ahead of me with a soul that had waited my whole life to be fifty-seven…

Wally is recovering from his surgery and teaching me a few things.

The planes flew in, Sunday morning at 7:55am. It was the season of Advent.

In this political cocktail we still need to add inflation, immigration, climate change and foreign policies to the first two issues…

A fin. I saw a fin. I pulled and reeled. “Just keep doing what you are doing.” I had no idea what I was doing…

Up ahead lie my lake of ghosts and memories. “Papa,” I whispered into the lake’s breeze.

And my foot stepped to the end of the point, my toe reached behind to swivel back…

I saw from myself, after waves of the past and all of the new roads ahead, a smile windowed from my soul…

I looked to the horizon, with no shoreline in sight. The lake was big enough…