Through the fog, only a shadow of the next step appears. As I set my foot down, I feel the solid stone-laid path against my sole. There is music, somewhere, distant, and my heart bleeds at the sound, the beauty. The path is so narrow, and yet the chords draw my vision up from my troubled way into the occluded light before me. The clouds are thick all around, but a soft luminance pervades, a peach colored dawn. Hope, a tingling in my chest, the threat of tears—I mustn’t lose my vision. Head down, I take the next step.
The Next Step
Tale Told 