She slows her stride and stops to listen, flip, flap, flip, flap, and sees the unexpected. Small squares of paper flip, and flap in the wind, pegged to the golden thread.
It’s funny how it starts, how you start to see. I try to remember, at first nothing comes, but I keep trying.
Its just one step, the next step. That’s the step that will move you forward, towards something and away from something else. You don’t have to know where you will end up, overthinking it will stop the natural flow of each next step. You just have to feel yourself being drawn to something, know that you are safe and take that step.