Nasim Fekrat

Spring is here at last. I have walked this path for the past five years of my life here in Southern California, once every weekend. I have walked this path at night, in pitch darkness, with no light. I have scared animals, and they have scared me in return. I have walked this path during the twilight hours, at dawn, and at sunrise. I have walked this path in all seasons. I know this path better than I know my own backyard. I have stretched my soul along it, sometimes thin, sometimes thick.