Typically, I am not given in to whimsy, but the other day I was walking to Starbuck’s to work and I saw a fork in the road. Literally. Well, it was off to the side, but it was actually a fork. I smiled to myself as I thought about the meaning of seeing a fork in the road at this juncture of my life, a time when things are so chaotic and messy.
I am not one to snap endless pictures, probably another one of my “flat” features, so I walked by the fork that day; although I was still thinking about it the next day.
Seeing it still in the same place when I walked to get my daily chai tea, I decided to take a picture.
The forgotten fork sitting amongst the dirt and pebbles with little tufts of grass struggling to grow in the harsh Nevada weather, trying to figure out if it is winter or spring, has caused me to consider my path.
Do I go left, or do I go right? Or is there another path somewhere down the middle?