Plateaus

Plateaus. A strange form of purgatory, stuck in limbo, wanting progress and noting this plateau isn’t the worst, the views are ok, Corte Madera to Larkspur and Greenbrae with San Quentin peeking through the fog. Keep moving, I gently nudge myself from the nook between the trees and continue down the fire road, each step moving me closer, or further, it’s impossible to know if we are trapped in an endless loop or if we go one level higher, further, will we find what we are looking for. Walk more.