To live is more often associated with action than with being. Yet not all days burn bright. Some stay at low flame, just enough energy to remember roads once traveled. These are reflective days, not at all a loss but a refueling for days to come, for roads to know.
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.
This post first appeared July 26, 2016.