Today I walked through a sea of fallen leaves, their frail limbs warped like heated glass, and I wondered where you were.
Today I peered through a foggy pale copper screen, watching the wind brush the Earth's grassy hair as it blew my hair into my face, and I wondered where you were.
Today I felt a phantom hand on my shoulder; I smelled the perfume of Lorien, heard hoofbeats echoing in the empty corridors, and tasted wine on the wind, and I wondered where you were.
Today I found the right way home. It's always been as straight as straight can be. The street never curves or bends. But today, I heard the woods call out to me. So I crossed the busy street, beat my feet across the wide field beside the temple, and scooted down in an old tire track to where the creek is swallowed up into a sewer. I followed deer tracks in the mud and scrambled onto a log. There I stood, and not knowing who had called me, I sang into the empty wind. And though I had come in silence to the dead autumn, the world erupted into birdsong when my own voice was stilled, and the wind played the trees, and I wondered where you were.
Today I wondered.