like a frozen path
a painful cold and icy place
a frosty road leading to a dark nowhere
radiant lights guiding the trudging trek
and every time you think you’re about to reach an end, the end?
an epiphany strikes
the path resets…
and the lumbering begins
Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, January 29, 2019.
Image: Frosted Path by P.M. Antonello