Tips to Walking Paths 

                by Jade Padilla

                                                            

When all is unknown
consult the wind

No one can be trapped forever with sides on all fours.  There is, or at least has been, life experienced beyond these walls.  Walking home on the dirt lot with the desert sun blaring down midday, it was probably a little after three almost always, I would speak to the heavens.  Whether or not someone was listening was unsure, but I always had a good feeling when the gentle wind stroked my face.  It’s late night outside of my house and I sit on my island, a single chair in the middle of my front yard, with music flowing from my garage.  I face the dirt lot gazing up at the stars, cradled by the chair.  Notepad on lap and pen in hand, I wait for words; even though I know it is most likely that no one will read them.  All is peaceful until the phone rings.  I pick it up and it’s him on the other side.  The wind is cold.   I have a bad feeling about this.  The conversation is over.  I can write now.