Paths

Brilliant green branches gestured toward the light, as if to usher up the path softened by fallen pine needles. A vague worry about the tree in the middle of the path is muted by curiosity about what is beyond. Yet when you arrive at the middle, with distance from the start and to the light muddled by pine straw, a polite sign invites you to choose a side: adventure on the left, amazement on the right.

The choice, it seems, is yours.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.