The Way
By Felice Neals
She travels an ancient road in Spain and discovers the value of solitude.
Somewhere in the north of Spain, surrounded by a glorious, yet unfamiliar landscape, I began to notice my solitude. The steeples of Santiago had long faded into the vibrant glow of early afternoon; and yards of green grass and purple violets enveloped every angle of my vision. There was no one anywhere that I could see.