Labyrinth
Earlier in the evening, October fireflies crawled up from the ground, blinking as yellow as the road marks I wrote about yesterday. If the fireflies could do it, so could I.
So I donned a headlamp and reflective vest and took off down the newly lined road.
The air was cool on my arms; it had the weight of summer air. It buoyed me as I strode past lamplit houses. It calmed me with its passage.
Last night, the road was my labyrinth.
Labels: light, meditation, night, walking
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