Concentrating Between Breaths

February 19th, 2018

The lamps along the trail were out this morning, and the light from the torch strapped onto my forehead caught the fog of every exhalation – obscuring my view of the path. I reminded myself to lift my knees to clear the roots I couldn’t see. I reminded myself to trust the few feet of trail visible in the tiny spill of light, and to ignore every opening in the darkness that looked like a new possibility.

 




2 responses to “Concentrating Between Breaths”

  1. How meaning is extracted from a simple morning walk. Beautiful.

  2. Economical, but strikingly vivid. I envy your capacity for such compression!


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