“You look like you done walked a crooked mile,” the man called from his stoop.
I knew what he meant, but asked anyways, how one defines a crooked mile these days?
His friend spoke up to explain, “He means, it looks like you’ve been walking a long time, like you’re on a journey.”
A journey – ah, yes, I see.
And with that definition in mind, I had to agree.
“That much is true, and I’ve got another few crooked miles left to go, I’m sure.”
The first man gave a knowing look and offered these parting words – ones I’ve said to myself many times before:
“You’re going to be alright.”
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