It’s your road, and yours alone, others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.
I have always loved the path motif. The path or road is a time when the direction to travel is clear. Both will end eventually, as no single path leads all the way through life.
On this day there was only one road through this forest. It ended in a trail that lead to the high valleys above timberline. Today that was not to be my path. There were miles to go and more to see. Yet I would mark the way to come back.
It is nice when there is only one road and one way. Today it was soothing to know there was not only one road, but that it was far from straight. Each turn brought a new view, so the delight of discovery was everywhere. The fall colors were so intense on this cloudless high altitude day that at times it seemed overwhelming. To be so overwhelmed by the day is a rare gift.
Today this was a good road...in every way.