Some times the best path chooses you. — Patrick Rhone
What path chose you this year?
We sailed in just under the wire, with only the thinnest thread of gold still flickering on the horizon. There were no roses waiting for us, no parades, no brass bands. This was no homecoming. It was only a stopover, the briefest respite from wind and storm, one soft second to touch weary feet to solid ground. We were being turned back to sea.
I resisted the urge to stalk down the pier, to throw a temper tantrum, to desert my ship. This was not my choice, but sometimes these things are out of our hands. I took my moment on dry land. I felt the Earth beneath my feet and found them longing to be rocked by the waves.
What the heck is this Reverb12 business? Find out here.Today's prompt actually comes from #cultivate12, which is sorta like reverb, but sorta not. I'm keeping my dance card full and participating in all the end-of-the-year writing goodness that's out there.