The Shape of Mercury

[hells_half_acre]

I look at photos and I can't help but wonder, where are the secret smiles and laughing looks? Here, here there was laughter echoing off the sea and the cliffs, but the picture holds none of it. There were hands helping me over muddy patches in the trail. There were waves from the top of mountains, "I'm here. Would you stop worrying?!" There were the calls of birds drowning out our sarcastic conversations and sly remarks. There was the salt sea spray on your face and the desire to just set out on a journey with no specific goal. There was the quiet silence of the car and the never-ending road.