The Place Where the Pavement Ends
Where the pavement ends doesn’t always mark the spot where the journey does. Sometimes if you continue, magical things can happen. For example – unicorns. When’s the last time you saw a unicorn on a two-lane highway or parked in front of a 7-11? Never, amiright? No, you only see those glitter-farting lovelies in out-of-the-way places where tar and asphalt don’t exist. Places such as a sun-dappled woodland glen; lush and green with dew. Or a volcano.
Recently I continued beyond the end of the blacktop. During that ride I came to the place where the trees hold hands. Just beyond that was where they kept the tall, yellow wildflowers tucked away in a meadow. Flowers taller than me, even. But I wouldn’t have known that if I’d just stuck the roads with the lines on them.
Explore. Tread beyond, breathe deeply and feel everything. Be small among the flowers.