You ever notice how some roads aren't roads at all until you find yourself on them? That's kind of what this is about. Paths cast by shadows you didn't know you were following—lines sketched in the sand by some invisible morning light.
Friends, let's talk about winding roads that don't show up on maps, yet guide you under cover of darkness and starlight. Like those dreams you wish you could remember fully but only glimpse as hazy morning silhouettes.
Chase the light—wherever it may lead you. Or perhaps rest here a minute more, beneath these falling stars that aren't really stars at all.
Meanwhile, don't forget to peek into those corners where whispers breathe life into cobwebbed thoughts, like the echoing memory of a song you never quite learned how to sing.