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August 18;
In a dream last night, I found myself walking down a dirt road with spiders on either side of me. I don't like spiders; needless to say, I was careful to walk along the center of the narrow path to avoid any and all possible contact with the creepy crawlies.
One thought that came to mind when I reached the waking world was how thin the road must be between extremes. I like to think that I was walking in a grey zone. This grey zone path I had been on was so thin that it was not wide enough for a company of two to walk side-by-side with each other. Not a problem though, I was alone there.
With spiders scattered along either side of the path and the sun's light fading, where I was might have been the right place for me, a sanctuary of patience and indecision blended together so enticingly that even now, I still can't refuse it.
Maybe that's cowardly, possibly even heartless, that's fine by me. In a world where right and left alliances seem to matter more than people, I will continue to live in the grey, waiting, watching, and listening on this twilight path.
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