I’m floating on my back in a lake, there are storm clouds moving in, and I don’t have even the faintest idea how I got here. The last thing I remember is driving on I-80 just west of Rawlins. I was listening to the latest from Jason Aldean… The rest is just a blank.
Wading up to the closest shore, I see it’s a featureless expanse of mud without either tire tracks or footprints.
I didn’t notice the ambient sounds from the wildlife, not until they suddenly stopped.
A saucer shape is slowly rising over the treetops.
Now I remember.
In response to this week’s Picture It & Write prompt:
ParkInkSpot 