THE ROGUE TURTLE continued swimming against the current.
I have no idea, he thought, where this is all headed. Genuinely confounded.
The struggles, the learning, the awkwardness, it seemed to him he should know. Why do I do what I do?
But the turtle knew the answer in an abstract and meaningful way.
He stiffened his paddling. He was content.
It feels so good.
Thanks for reading.
Leave a Reply