I wind my way down an endless tract of land; I have no intent but to take my mind off the numbness of endless inactivity. What landmarks could lead me home dissolve as vapor under a bIazing sun. Sights and sounds that once held me in their thrall fall upon jaded senses.
That old sense of adventure vacates a mind and a heart once filled with wonder over Nature's colors, textures, the highs and lows populating Earth and Sky.
Yet, nothing is lost. No, nothing important. Mother Nature has no concern for my paltry love and hate, my joy and despair. She moves forward and carries me gently along; and I gratefully accede to her reawakening of my languishing spirit.