Daily story, November 13, 2024

I walk over the same hill I walked over yesterday. Then I was just stolling, out for some fresh air, seeking high ground for the exercise and in hope of a view. Today, the directions I should have read sooner send me the same way, treading in yesterday’s footsteps, trading in yesterday’s wandering for a stride that knows just where it is going. I pick up a chocolate wrapper that fell from my pocket. I pick a blackberry that ripened overnight. I come down into the valley, and cross over the river a second time.