The path beckons to the distant horizon,

I put one foot in front of the other;

slow and deliberate, mindful and aware.

As if all journeys are pilgrimages.

To go to the next mountain,

or the next country.

Or to go within.

Alive in the knowledge

that each step

takes me further from the known

and into the unknown.

Leaving only traces of footprints behind

to be wiped off by wind and rain.

 

Photo by: wanderingambivert

Mont Rochelle Nature Reserve, South Africa

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