Path

The sun was sinking
Giving just a hint of gold
After a day of respite
Beyond the blanket of
Cold grey clouds

The breeze stirring
In the grass and reeds
Was the only sound

I paused
Feet upon the planks
Of that slowly eroding path

I breathed
Pungent petrichor lingered
I could feel the changing season
Deep in my lungs

I found myself
At the edge of the world
And as the night quickened
The clouds thinned
And one by one
The stars came to life