metaphor as road
The road might take you away from whatever you decided to leave, but you can rest assured that wherever a road lies there's someone at the end of it. A road doesn't take you away so much as keep you connected, after all, winding behind like a story's clue. Even when you can't see it your path is left; cross water and your past trails you closer than scent. Stopping, turned back or around, taking in the lay of the land, perhaps it's just dirt, but dirt feeds and receives all things, holds up your feet and hugs your bones. Dirt loves you. Dirt is you.