Just keep walking.

I may have found the peace of Whistler, in the chaos of Wanderlust:
Florence Patersen Park.

I am here.
Wondering.
What is next?

What is next after this perch?
– this day?
– this departure?
– this return?

What’s worse?
Feeling like I can’t keep up?
Or feeling like I’ve been left behind?

Oh, I know, the silly twist of dissecting feelings.
I know they are not real.

Being here is real.
– The feeling I don’t belong here is not?

So what next?
What does a fawn with a broken hoof do?

“Just keep walking.”