Along the Way

The halfway-through looks back, turns to assess and evaluate, becomes self-aware of the nothingness of footprints. Every season the leaves bud and grow back, what point is there in keeping a journal? Wild pigs grow stronger even as we forage for more reasons. I have to walk this path with someone, it might as well be you, you who never once did I meet along this trail. To avoid future disappointment do not bother to introduce yourself as I approach that place on the map you once folded.