I was walk walking home one cold October moring. The day after my 19th birthday. Returning home from a year abroad in the Florida keys. Trying to find why I returned and where I was at in life. And what it really meant to be here or there. Losing all my friends on Florida being alone. As I walked past this church I looked up the street and saw (silver) a road I travel every day. And realized although I was home and felt lost. This was the right place to be. I could not see the end of the road so it could lead me anywhere I wish to be