The ground is covered in brown leaves.The soil has been tamped down by foot . The trail comes out of the trees and curves up to the back side of a wall, tall and gray.
The journey has begun, yet the ladies tell me I’ve gone far enough, they insist I rest and go no further. Young me took my basket and carried it up the aisle, as if bringing it to a place of judgement and then there’s the sound of shredding paper, I look around and cannot find the culprit. End of the trail.