Each step I took along a long, dark, road was one step away from the past and one step closer into the future. I turned around and looked back at where I had just came from and realized just how far I had traveled in the span of half an hour. My eyes traced the sidewalk as it thinned out and curved around a slight turn. Headlights of a car began to peer around the corner and before they met my eyes, I turned around and continued to walk.
“Three miles,” I thought.
It would be 2.4 miles, actually.
The walk was calming and I found myself rambling, just emptying my thoughts and views through a phone.
It is funny how it works out. How we have these ideas, or thoughts, but we cannot fully describe them or put them into perspective until someone else, or something else, does it for us. We see a scene in a movie, or hear a verse of a song, or a paragraph in a book, and then all of a sudden we think to ourselves, “That is what I have been trying to say.”
This happened on my said walk.