I have walked many miles and I know each day I am closer to the light.
The road is a place of reflection. I look inward remembering what I have learned, the beauty of the forest and forgotten places.
I have many memories of where I have been and the new friends I have made. Often I hear a whippoorwill or a train whistle blowing in the distance, a haunting sound. I feel a sadness in those sounds, yet I cherish them.
Perhaps it is time for me to pause and write those memories and new stories yet to come. It is peaceful this place down the dirt road, a place where birds sing each morning and the spring brings flowers and beautiful colors to my garden.
I think I will sit in the garden with my old hound dog, watching the deer that come at sunrise and maybe he will chase a few squirrels never really trying to catch them.
The stars fill the night sky and the candle burns low. Soon the darkness of midnight will awaken my dreams and I will put words to my blank pages and a story will be told.