I’ve been thinking about the concept of the stair. You go up. You go down. There are the two ways; there’s not much else. One path, ascension. One path, descent.
I’m finding myself being focused on that, the movements of the steps — in either way, up, or down. It’s all a part of that notion of procession.
I proceed upwards, or downwards, there’s some kind of magic to it. There’s some kind of mystery to it. Every step.
And there have been so many, in the last while — the last number of days. Step on step, stride to stride.
And seeing that light that’s either at the beginning of the step. Or at the end.
Either way, it’s there.
I kept my eyes on these — exploring.
What allegory, the story, the stairs — for you?