Home has a road near it. Road is cyclic. Because it is surrounding an area. Area is green. Road has houses all around it. All houses have trees in between them. When the wind blows, trees sway lightly and rustle loudly. They look beautiful. Road has street lights across them. They pour their dim glow onto the road against a dark sky. Across the sky, moon shape-shifts every night into some mythical creature. Garden has children playing in it. Children have a frisbee. Frisbee is shared amongst all ages of children. It is unknown whether if the children play with frisbee or their childhood. Children seem happy. Road has different people walking on it. Some are a few in a group, others in pairs, and the rest alone. Families hold chairs outside their gates and enjoy themselves. It is a soothing experience.
Road takes you nowhere, no matter where you start it from.
Step on it if there are sorrows.
Step on it if there are morrows.
Go out if you’ve had a good day.
Go out if it was a bad day.
Leave all attachments somewhere behind this road.
Find yourself a haven.
And go for a walk daily.
