I call this image “The Road Awaits”; it shows just enough of itself before bending out of sight. I remember it as the kind of road that always asked a bit more.
It has been some years since my sandal heels crunched its gravel.
These days, I walk within. My roads, too, bend out of sight, sometimes sooner rather than later. No matter. There is still the sound of the road.
One remembers roads so traveled.
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“These days I walk within.” These words resonate for me. They give value to the work I do daily. Thank you.