For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-267-5-minute-freewrite-friday-prompt-wildflower
There's no hurry!
We walk a lonely path. Some days are better than others. But our path is always bordered by wildflowers, and we can spend as much time as we want admiring them.
We began these travels 30 years ago. What we've left behind is no more, and we must not stray from our path. We're feeling safe, but instead of letting that fill us with joy, instead we desire more and more and more adventure. We cannot get our adventure fix filled. We need to leave this path, but we cannot. What stops us? We talk about it a lot. We bend over and smell the wildflowers. We touch them, we look at them. We never look more than five feet or so away from the path. Our eyes never lift to the horizon. Everything is here for us. We see the smooth dirt that hundreds and thousands have trod upon, wearing it to this packing it down. It is easy to walk upon. There is a flower that stands our from the rest. Purple, paper-thin petals, crinkled like crepe paper. I have seen it before. I think it's possible that this path