#184

The road less traveled.

We met them in the forest today. They were taking their last walk in 2023, wallowing in the mud, avoiding puddles, talking, perhaps remembering what they had been through, perhaps planning what was ahead. Sometimes closer to each other, hand in hand, sometimes further - on both sides of the muddy road. I only took three photos of them.

To paraphrase Victoria Shaw, who wrote about sleep, one could say: "Life (dream) reminds me of a river, constantly changing in its momentum. You live (dream), and you are like a sailor subject to its command. You fish for experience in your sails, like other fishermen, but you will never guess what fate has planned for you. And as wrestling goes on, there are battles and efforts to avoid falling off the route or crashing into the shores."

The road never ends.

Good luck to you, my Dears, in 2024! This is a good Year.