I walked down an empty street in the darkness of the midnight.
The persistent buzzing of lamps casted long shadows into the darkness of night.
I stopped and took notice of the moon and I could not help but appreciate the stars.
I recalled my father showing me these constellations, and knew I had not walked far.
For when you find your place, you leave a blaze.
To mark the way, the path unfollowed, the places you stumble upon might just become hallowed.
I smiled and walked, for the blaze in the night pointed home.