Edge of the World
Roaming the back roads of Antrim County near our cabin, I am sometimes able to coax my husband onto a dirt road. A “city kid”, it’s only his love for me that overcomes his innate dread. His knuckles turn white while gripping the wheel. You can tell he’s wishing he had a week’s supply of food along and that he had notified his next of kin. Around the next bend we may fall off the edge of the world. Hasn’t happened yet . . . ! Texture by boccacino.