Good enough day today; sunshine-warmed crisp autumn air to clear the mind of dreary rainy thoughts and moods of moonlight-streaked black woods.
Going forward, look behind at where I’ve been and up ahead the path still goes forever twisting deeper into places where I’ve never been before, enticing pyrite strewn among the pebbles made of mica, talc and garnet metamorphically arranged in solid sand.
We have the choices where but not the when sometimes. The whens go by before we’ve read the signs. We cannot doubleback but up ahead is surely once again a crossroad where we find the way to walk the one of many we have passed by in the past.
Decision is but choice, and choice, decision.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology