Sidewalk’s End – or Beginning?

via Daily Prompt: Sidewalk

Life is a mystery.

I loved the book “Where the Sidewalk Ends” as a child.  I really enjoyed Shel Silverstein’s whimsical illustrations and poetry.  Later, the title also made me think of borders, boundaries, limits and limitlessness.

Where does the sidewalk end?  What do you find out beyond the streetlamp light?

The Wild, the Unknown.  Imagination.

I’ve lived in places where sidewalks were an unknown luxury.  Where there were no streetlights, no, not even one.  Once I lived in a place where the stars were dimmed only by feeble kerosene lamps, and the deer grunted out in the dark.

Sidewalks are safety.  Civilization.

I like to write about the places out beyond the sidewalks, beyond the painted lines, beyond the borders and the falsely safe places.

Won’t you join me out there?