Take a Walk on the Glittering Morning Road.

Oh, wow...it's not that cold out.
Or dark.
Or raining.
And I have the time for once.

I haven't been walking. I haven't been out.


Crack-crunch, feet on the road: ever one foot placed in front of the other.

The green of the tree invaded by gold: the orange part hanging out in sunlight.

The light of the day reflecting off every surface: mailboxes lined, slick leaves brown and grounded, the fire hydrant, the white post of the retail sign.

The houses all straight-rowed on either side: fated to stand facing each other stoically, impassively...in the eternal solitude of a quiet morning.

Only one girl walking. Me. The bus has left, I not on it.  As I never will be.

Lonely, glad freedom.

The world to myself.

Light and shadow, sunlight and shade. The trees block the one star in the sky, then disappear to let him shine through at me again. Flickering brightness and dark ever changing, ever moving by my side.

Gray, leafy hands stretch across the road striped with glowing bridges.

The sun pierces through the greenery into my eyes. Then, gone. Quiet shade. Then he's back to throw his darts again. He has strength in the morning, in the youngness. I squint my eyes, my second defense. My eyelashes filter beads of gold, wavering. I close them and I can still see the brightness, though I can't see my path. Three seconds lids closed, now how did I stray to the middle of the road?

The flat surface stretches onward and around and away. I  follow home.

On that road, I see strange sparkling specks flecked into the asphalt. Glassy sand in its rocky skin? You've probably seen it if you've ever marched on the sunlit street but then forgotten it for other things.

This is my Father's world. There is beauty everywhere. 

Take a walk on the glittering morning road.