Day 12 – The reason behind the blog
The clouds were like feathers frozen in time from a soft, careless fall. It was hard to distinguish where the ocean ended and the sky began. With each step I took, there was a crunching of dirt and stone. All part of a snaking trail that danced parallel to the sandy shores that met the pristine blue, the shining lights and subtle hues.
An old lady was selling dates by the side of the road. I decided a few treats would make this long dance a bit easier.
“One bag please,” I said with an easy smile. The lines on her face were like rings in a tree, but they didn’t steal away her pleasantries.
“Usually I charge $5 a bag, but you remind me of my son. I’ll give you two for $5.” The words fell from her cracked lips like familiarity. Her mouth, revealing a few missing teeth, wavered into amusement.
A tiny sparkle made its way out of the fleshy sockets where her eyes were, “Where are you headed?”
I paused, as if finally giving it some thought and coming to my senses, “Where ever this road takes me.”
Proudly, as if granting wisdom down to her very own, she spoke, “All roads come to an end you know.”
I nodded. I narrowed my eyes, satisfied with what fate had granted me and said with a smile, “Then I guess that’s where I’m supposed to be.”
She seemed impressed by the simplicity of the answer.
I thanked her and started down the road, with an extra bag of dates in my hand.