Follow The Setting Sun

I had lost my way and felt all alone. On a delivery mission near the end of my route, some 25 to 30 miles from the shop, but it felt farther. Every part of my being was being tossed about. No phone, GPS, or internet; nor did I have a map. I was lost, and there wasn't a soul in sight. I parked and sat; thought and worried for a spell. The 'feel of lostness' was saturating my soul. I knew that my destination was West, but I had lost my bearings and did not know what to do. It was approaching late afternoon, and the sun came to mind. So, I looked toward the fiery star and followed the setting sun until I was reassured that I was headed home. I had found my way.