— View of the church of Saint Paul de Mausole by Vincent van Gogh
The road seemed to stretch for endless miles behind him. On his travels, he had experienced the stunning beauty of mountains and meadows, oceans and brooks. He had enjoyed spending time sketching deer, foxes, and ducks. He had learned a great deal about politics, love, and business, just by striking up conversations with the strangers that he met in the many places that he wandered
The road seemed to stretch for endless miles behind him. Early on in his travels, his feet had blistered, and he had barely been able to keep going, but now instead of blisters, he had callouses that allowed him to roam without pain. When he had set out, he had been so out of shape that he could only walk a few miles at a time, but now his legs were strong, and he had no problems with hiking the entire day with only brief stops for food.
Endless miles stretched before him. His had been a journey of self discovery, and indeed, he had discovered many things. He smiled as he thought about his many experiences…even the difficult ones that had made him a better man than when he had set out. The road was behind him, but now he looked ahead, and tears of joy came to his eyes as he looked upon the place he belongs.
a long dusty trail
gives many joys and sorrows –
the front door of home
Written for dVerse “Haibun Monday” – the prompt was to write something inspired by Van Gogh’s View of the church of Saint Paul de Mausole