The Weight of the Path

We spend our lives walking toward things that do not exist. We follow lines drawn in the dirt, convinced they lead to a destination, a place where the restlessness finally settles. But the path is only a suggestion. It is a way to measure the distance between who we were when we started and who we become by the time the light fails. There is a specific silence that falls when the day gives up its hold on the earth. It is not a heavy silence. It is the sound of things returning to themselves. We think we are going home, but we are only moving through the gray, tracing the edges of a world that was here long before us and will remain long after we have turned away. What remains when the path disappears into the dark?

Andrea Migliari has taken this beautiful image titled Long Way Home. It captures the exact moment the road stops being a guide and begins to be a question. Do you know where your own path leads?