Six months had passed
since I last tread this path in the daylight,
the time when the shadows stretch long
and everything takes on a coral tone
that makes me hair look auburn, rosy.
The birds gather the same way
they did in the darkness just before dawn,
their small white bodies settled in the dirt
but tense, wary of my presence.
The path is more vibrant,
the water shines brighter
and I can better see the crab
scurrying around the small rocks.
My feet know this path,
but there is enough newness
to carry me forward
until the year cycles around
and I trod in the darkness
once more.
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