Near

           A few lights speak peace, the foreboding darkness in another direction doesn’t. At this crossroads I find myself, the old building and I here at this strange intersection of five points. The old building says "I'm trying.", while the rest of the rural community simply speaks by merely existing, tired yet existing there in the night. This is the eerie sense I take in and process, something in the environment speaks unrest to me and I am listening....listening to know how to best respond. "Should I watch, should I relax?", I am torn while my mind wrestles with these questions and I brace myself for the short venture from car to building walking with restless nerves. On the old road I travel through this black minefield of potholes and water hazards near five points, making the mysterious endeavor to this little country store.

           Entering the old place I wander, search for goods of an extra sort, and begin to calm this fragile soul of mine. The warped floors of this tired building speak endurance and I listen, listen near a hope held, a hope for better still remembered while traveling through the old store with it's old stories it bears by it's walls alone. Through the old place I walk, I seek, I investigate among the limited yet surprisingly larger than expected maze of goods and products, a journey that takes this cautious one through the old place then back into the hungry night that awaits. Along the old roads I cross once more, through a dreadful darkness toward our house that calls to me the same way a lighthouse would to a ship on dark and lonely waters. Here, minutes away, we carry on, my family and I, past the eerie place to a light in hope of better times and welcome community of us three near the crossroads of five points.

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