#making tracks

don't stay wandering, seek the light

and in each star that blinks, insight

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Summary: Sixteen-year-old Candy Livingston is perfectly average in every way, and to be honest it’s getting old. This year, she decides she’ll finally break out of her comfortable shell. The only thing she has going for her—besides the second-hand glory of having a best friend like Alyson Colter—is her newfound hobby in running.

But it's not an easy track. Instead, Candy’s journey of self-discovery winds up taking her down darker paths of depression, eating disorders, and psychological manipulation.

Making tracks….

EAST CHINA SEA (October 10, 2020) -- United States Navy guided missile destroyer USS Barry (DDG 52) speeds across the almost-otherworldly tropical twilight seascape....making tracks to her next patrol assignment.

                                            USS Barry (DDG 52)

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Warships feel so good beneath your feet when the throbbing engines are pushing the vessel through almost-calm seas at a high speed. You can feel the power coursing through the steel deck....and up through your legs. A unique sensation!

                                          _______________________

>>CLICK the top photo for a closer look....and better imagine the power....

"Follow The Leader"

Peter had enough problems in his life without just making them worse by default. He wasn't a coward, no matter what people thought. He was a survivalist, what got him from one day to the next without him losing his shit or getting killed tended to be where he leaned. He stood his ground when it counted, even if it sounded stupid. For his friends, for Lily and probably for Marlene. No, he would for Marlene. Shit, what was he even doing. Stepping out of his mother's hospital room at Mungos he paused when he saw one of his new mates sitting by her door.

Who would have thought he'd look at Severus Snape as a friend? Let alone count him as someone he could trust. Years ago he'd have said you were barking mad, but now? They were too much alike, shared too many things and if they'd switched places would probably be one another. Sirius didn't by it and frankly, Peter didn't give two shits about that. When Peter made a choice he tended to go with it, which was probably why he was so indecisive about the majority of his life and more content to ride it out than rock the boat too much. His friends did that, he just-- coasted and hoped he didn't die with the boat capsized from James jumping up and down too much.

Nodding to his friend he started down the hallway, wanting to get out of the building before either of them were snagged by a coworker for something. It was rare to get time off, rarer still to have it off at the same time and Peter not wanting to go and shove himself into the first bed he found. Or the floor, sometimes the floor in the foyer was about as far as he got. He pulled a smoke out of his pocket once they left Mungo's using his wand to apparate them both to somewhere a bit less-- well sterile. 

When his feet hit pavement he took a drag from his smoke and pocketed his wand. "She looks like shit," it was all he could think to say, his Mum was-- well everyone's Mum it seemed like. He knew that Sirius showed up a lot to talk to her and get advice, he knew that everyone talked to her. But it still gutted him to see her that way. He glanced over at Severus and smirked, "So we going to the pub?"

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