I was uncertain, but I kept going. It was pulling me along, the draw of walking that rail. Arms out to the side, head held high, eyes looking into the distance. It was a personal contest of balancing skill, but also a mindless wandering where the scenery changed with every bend in the track.
With each step it pulled me further and further along. There would be no turning back. At least until my foot slipped braking my meditative journey. Bringing me back to reality…..but until then I was going to follow the track wherever it lead. It had me.
It was exciting, the feeling of the unknown. Would there be a new town or another beautiful field. It was peaceful walking along, not having to think of the right direction. The old track was the path and to stay on the rail was the goal.