The Silk Road.

A path one must take when they feel lost or afraid.

One such man, who has wandered the earth for many moons, searching for an answer to a question he knows not of.

But still he walks, his feet blistered from the worn shoes, his hands numb from the cold, his cotton gloves not helping him as he blows into his hands and rubs them together.

“Looking for warmth stranger?”

“If you are willing to give it,” he felt a warm scarf being placed on his shoulders. He wrapped it around his neck and felt such ease.

“What brings you to Levinistra?” The stranger asked. “Is that where I am? Blimey it’s hard to keep track these days,” the stranger laughed, “Too true, too true. But I must confess that no one has come through here unless they were seeking answers,”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is…….you may only gain entry if you have a question, do you have a question stranger?” The stranger asked.

The man sighed, “I do but I know not what,” there was a long pause as the wind blew through changing the town to a road.

He gasped, “the Silk Road,” the stranger nodded. “If you know not, your question, I cannot give you an answer, but this road will give to you, what I cannot,” the stranger said as the man took his first steps.

Did he find his question that he has been seeking? Did the stranger answer it I wonder? Who could say.