Friday, March 12, 2010

The Path of My Travels

It’s a relatively warm day as I stroll through a small patch of trees in the confines of a rather large city. In such a small area one would think that the path he or she walks would be short, winding to accommodate for conditions. Yet, as I turn a corner, I step onto a long, straight path that stretches as far as I can see; or, perhaps simply as far as I dare look. I exhale deeply, preparing myself for the steps to come. These will be costly steps. They have great meaning and purpose although I don’t know why. I can simply feel their gravitas. After a moment of consideration I finally act.

I take a step.

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