On the road
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-- Robert Frost
We couldn't decide where to go.
Briefly, we stopped by the supermarket for something he needed, then elected a direction and simply walked. It occurred to me that there was a place that we kept meaning to visit, but previously have only been reminded whenever we zip past its door on a rumbling tram, and I said so.
So that was how we ended up winding our way through quiet streets with dear little houses and dear little gardens for some time. I reached out and placed my hand on walls and fences that we passed, touched my fingers on leaves of trees and plants stretching up to the day. Feeling the warmth of the sun on the bricks, listening to the tales they hide.
Posted by sniffles at January 16, 2002 09:47 PM