the marsh…

the old man went out to the marsh…tall grasses waved in the wind…wild weeds were at his feet…sounds from birds…ducks landing in nearby ponds…could hear fish jump as well…

this was what the old man grew up with…everyday in Spring…Summer…and Autumn he’d be out there taking in the air…the greens…golds…clear blue skies…cloudy dramatic days as well with thunder rolling from far away…slowly moving towards him…slowly…

he wore rain boots…big yellow rain boots that swished and creaked with each big step he’d take…water coming up to his ankles…buckles fastened over his calves…with each step he got closer and closer to nature…he breathed in…the scent was pure…

this was a good place to die…he thought…a good place to end it…lay to rest in the marsh…join the geese and graze for the rest of his days…he thought this was a good plan…

and so he did…said a prayer…downed a bottle of prescription pain killers…sat and waited…just sat and waited to be taken in by the marsh….

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