Day 92

The Path

She followed the path the man directed her to,
Fully trusting him.

She took her time,
Slowing to inhale the incredible perfume of
the earthy musk of trees
the fragrant bouquet of flowers
the crisp, clean air.
With every breath, lighter, freer.

She remembered something the man told her
Something about staying on the path
Or was it to not stay on the path?

She skipped forward,
She did have someplace to be, afterall.
trees taller than any building
grass of the brightest green
flowers in every color imaginable.
Every vista more breathtaking than the last.

She remembered something the man told her
Something about keeping her eyes forward
Or was it to keep looking back?

She spun around until she made herself dizzy.
The scents and scenes of the forest,
becoming a synesthetic blend of
lights, words, shapes, colors, numbers, smells
bombarding her senses
from the outside in and inside out
from the top down and the down to the top.
With every turn, alive.

She remembered something the man said....