He walked on.

The sun and the leaves continued to play their dance of light. Hiding here and showing there, escaping here, getting caught there. He never missed the play as he walked along – even though he did not look.

A thought had arrested his mind. He had often thought that his journey was for the search of love – once he thought – that love was something that left behind. And in certain ways – love happened to be all over as we left love behind and walked on. This thought that bound his attention challenged him about the purpose of his journey. If he already knew so much about love, why did he walk on – why did the search seem incomplete?

He pursed; nearly pinched his lips as he walked on.

It wasn’t about love perhaps, it was about him. This was going to be a long walk.