Every journey starts somewhere.
The sun shines. The dog bounces with excitement beside him.
He’s ready to go.

He’s tied a bundle to a stick.
All of his worldly possessions, ready and waiting for whatever happens.
He can’t wait to know.

The future is uncertain.
Not that he cares. The journey will be full of the Bad and the Good.
He’ll see it for himself.

He’s not the most observant sort.
If he was, he’d see the precipe in front of him and pull his foot back.
He’ll learn once he falls.

Then, his journey will truly begin.