Into The Light

by Igor Zenin

The light at the end of this avenue could be dusk, could be dawn, could be nothing more than lamplight doing its best impression of both — autumn leaves hang low and red against a fog that's turned every streetlamp into a small sun. It's a path that asks to be walked rather than looked at, one glowing lamppost at a time, toward whatever's waiting at the end of it. Some walks you take for the destination. This one's worth taking for the walk.