The morning after

When I got out of the shower and took a good look at my heal any doubt that I should keep walking faded. A diamond of swelling wrapped the back of the foot. It was time to heal and enjoy the holidays. I wanted to see my son. Still, pride battled with reason and I was stuck in the middle to referee. There were two days until Thanksgiving, plenty of time to get back home and also view Hot Springs from the mountain park above. Or I could walk just a few miles each day, avoid the holiday traffic, not step in any holes, or run over bridges, scurry along ditch lines while walking across a national park hoping the foot would heal. (I struggled with this?) I put my socks on and winced as I slipped on the shoe.