the long road

It's been a long road, and the sun appears from behind the clouds. The wind is light and cool and keeps everything in perspective. The road is rocky but stable, no chance of rolling my ankle, only the occasional slip to my wrists. Each time I turn back to see what has been, I slip but as I keep my eyes fixed forward, I walk tall and straight. It's a long road, indeed it is, but the scenery keeps my attention well entertained. My companions are on the same long road. It's good to be with them, they remind me that none of us walk this long road alone, even though at times we take different forks in it. The times I keep my hands in my pocket, I am certainly alone and deny the company of strangers. Yet when I extend, reach out and hold my companions hand, to ensure they walk on, I know we can make it together.

The long road is not so long with company.

Till I find my poncho...