We walked and talked about this and that admiring the scenery, feeling warm air raising through our bodies at the bottom and getting blown away by cold winds on the tops. Through mud and puddles we walked as we talked about this and that and him and her but only one lass was on my mind forever in my thoughts as cold water poured into my shoes bringing me back to reality for a second.
The walk Pt2
The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner