On the Shared Path
Bodies vanish, but shadows remain as witnesses to our fleeting presence. Four silhouettes projected onto the earth, four stories converging on the same path. We see no faces nor know any names, only elongated darknesses that remind us we are all, in essence, temporary travelers under the same sun.
The road extends toward an uncertain horizon, like life itself, while our shadows walk together yet separate, united in the quest but individual in being. Where are we heading? What awaits us at the end of the path? Perhaps the destination matters less than the fact that we have decided not to travel it alone.
In this open field, under the infinite sky, we are simultaneously insignificant and transcendent: small before the immensity of the landscape, but capable of leaving our mark—even if just a shadow—on the path that others will also travel.
