By Joe Barkovich, Scribbler-at-large
The country road was inviting. The fall colours were warming. The journey was enticing.
This looked like a long walk. I had someone waiting in the car. There wasn’t time to make the trek.
The scenery was seducing. The eye flirted with autumn’s hues. The gentle wind caught falling leaves scattering them beside and around me.
There was no sound: car horns, crying kids, lumbering buses, the city’s din. Nothing.
The camera did its job. The road ahead still beckoned. There wasn’t time to make the trek, this day.
There is tomorrow. That’s my view.
(A former reporter and city editor, Joe Barkovich lives in Welland, Ontario, Canada’s Rose City. My View is a recurring feature on the blog.)