“Will I live to see my journey’s end?”
–Metal Church, “Badlands”
I have ascended the grassy knolls of gentle country hills. I have scambled up the rocks and slopes of jagged mountains. I have meandered wooded paths across roaring brooks and dried-out creekbeds. I have endured the blistering sun and the bone-chilling rain. I have gazed on sunrise and sunset, starlight and moonlight, high noon and new moon.
Still, I travel on. If it’s the journey, not the destination; then I continue on until I no longer can. Then I will arrive at my true destination.
The journey’s end.
the gnarled grip
on the walking stick
for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto