Walkway

Stepping out into the big unknown. Flicking aside pebbles and twigs from the beaten down path. Staring straight ahead at whatever comes into view. A serious sort of stare. The kind of stare that says, "You'd better not mess with me! I can take you on!" Dragging feet along the dusty earth. Shutting dry eyes and turning the face heavenward, whilst welcoming the gentle gust of a temporary wind. And the rustling leaves on the trees form a soothing harmony, coupled with the tweeting of birds from the tree branches. The rumble of distant thunder... what awaits in the future horizon? The reddish-orangish tinge of the setting sun. The sudden silence falling all around. Another twilight beckons, another ending day. Lips parting to sing a quiet song. The tune echoes through the open space. Aloneness. Serenity. Hopefulness in better things to come, maybe tomorrow.