Facing the last league of the Long Walk. The blanched branches of the naked-boughed elms and oaks, last sentinels of a long-dried-out forest, lie behind. The broad scope of an undiscovered country awaits.

I can lay down my burdens here and proceed no more. Or I can continue to place one foot before another and walk on.

Decisions, decisions…

gray sky

journeying into

the unknown