The Backpacking Housewife. Janice Horton

I take a moment to acknowledge how free I feel right at this moment. Today has been an unimaginably lovely day.

      I pull at my wedding ring and with a twist it comes off my finger quite easily.

      How strangely bare my hand looks without it.

      I realise it’s the first time I’ve ever removed it.

      I raise my arm in the air and I throw the ring as far as I can into the sea.

      I watch it twirl in the air, catching the golden light, until it disappears … and is gone forever.