Sometimes I pretend that this is not my place. But I know deep down this is where I began to heal and truly discovered things I was meant to find. And I keep coming back. It changes each time and now I have an added layer but I walk forward still.

 

nail, washer, and wire

 

I like my slow and sunny walks where I see a bit of rust or sometimes a dull shine recovering a fragment that does not belong amongst the gravel.