So this is my picture this week.
Ever been in a position where the whole of your life depends on your next move? I have. I’m at that point right now. I look to my left. The long train line running straight with trees hiding it from the rest of the world. I watch the leaves blowing in the breeze.
How I ache for my purpose to be so simple, yet so vital. Without the trees, there could be little life. Except without me. Well life would just go on. Someone might be sad for a while, but they’ll get over it, move on. Sadly in time, they will forget.
I look the other way, the view almost a mirror to the other side. It’s so quiet. Then a bird chirps at the top of the tree in front of me. Another one off in the distance answers its call. Life, can it really be this simple?
I listen out for the faint hiss to come from the tracks. Nothing. That’s just typical. I step closer to the track to make certain. There’s nothing coming. I look to the sky, “give me a sign,” I beg. I wait for a reply. Nothing but the birds. No train.
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