Gettysburg (A Study in Two Parts): 1

She and her sister, just the two of them, journeying north to a place steeped in the despair and destruction.

To Gettysburg, of course.

It only took a little under an hour to journey north during the warm afternoon, appropriately listening to the hauntingly beautiful sounds of The Civil Wars:

Vast fields began to open up to them and they drove through the parks to the different monuments of battle lines and companies.

From atop the main structure they could see the sun continue its voyage towards the horizon’s shore, as they waxed poetic their future prospects and potential aspiration. 

Eventually, they continued onwards to a failed tactical position and more monuments poised majestically (or as her sister put it, “with Swag”~).

And though they sought to find the wooden covered bridge, they settled for being turned around in the darkening forest over and over again. But the view from the watch tower they snuck up was worth it.

With the windows down and the park closing right behind them they ventured back home. Again, listening to hauntingly voiced singers, but this time she had thoughts on the morality of following orders, ghosts and their (un)intentional legacies, and sisterly bonds, among other things, drifting past her inner gaze.