A Blurred Reflection

Tag: Israel National Trail

  • Steps

    Far below me on the canyon floor–well, more specifically, one of the many levels of the canyon floor–a round, muddy, teal-blue pool caught the five tiny rays that reached down to it, winking and twinkling them back to the sun on its barely-stirred ripples. Ivory walls rose straight up from this pool, circling up and…

  • The Original Plan

    “I want to stick with the original plan, you know?” Melita’s mouth was half open, but I kept talking. “The only problem is, no one told me what the original plan was in the first place.” She laughed. “I wondered what you were going to say. Yeah. That’s true.” We were 9,000 kilometers from home,…