a traveler

I am in transition, in the middle of nowhere, between points of the passage. I have no clear sight ahead or back, just unsettling, unfamiliar shifting air.

Is it ever going to becalm?

 

行く先も、残した後もあやふやな、
移ろいばかり、人生の旅。

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.”