I walked along a grey surface following in the footsteps of many who had gone before their souls bound to the thoroughfare by their paces that left no impression nor did the grooves of their footwear gather earth or peddle unsoiled soles vanish without trace
The path laid out for utility designed purpose for a place was safe and firm, assured leading to a single destination the direction mattered not the arrival was the terminus the beginning at the end walking with my head down I casually followed the monotony
From beyond the mounded earth covered with vegetation, bramble and nettle growing from the soil there were sounds of a fluid life and in breaks there were trails worn by past adventurers exposing brown earth and mud that tarnished the soles once clean of those tempted to leave the official path
A trail was flanked by remnants of the previous seasons growth and dormant decay where new life was rising with celandine stars shining unsteadily my feet found their place as limbs outstretched to balance in a clumsy choreography with air I stood on a grassy bank where revealed the barricaded beauty of a river of life it's surface flickering diamonds of reflection.
Bed clothes dishevelled and thrownthe evidence of a beautiful tryst stains of longing washed and the remainssouvenir strandsof hairs static attachment stranded timelingering of mutual attraction tired body […]