@Jason_333536Ama I like how gentle this thought is. A road from long ago brings back something almost forgotten, quietly. Some chapters can end without becoming forgotten That thought stays with me.
@Kristi_467343He Night arrives in its usual time. The fields gathers in the corners, and I let the road choose its direction. — يأتي الليل في موعده المعتاد. الحقول يتجمع في الزوايا, and I let the road choose its direction.