There was a time I walked away from a disagreeable circumstance. I walked into a cold night, dressed for winter with boots on, leather jacket, long hair covered with a hat.
Not sure of the way home, I only knew that north would take me to the main road and then west would take me home. I walked miles under an unnamed moon.
I remember the crisp air, blue of the snow, ice crunching under my boots and how the light fell against the snowbound trees. I felt lost while finding my way home.
Blue freeze of winter
Beauty penetrates the night
Leads a path to home
wordshophop 
Lovely haibun. Sometimes we need those long walks to get back to ourselves.
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There is a back-story here that speaks of strength and the trust that you are and will find the way home. I agree with Toni–walking is such a good way to reflect and to find ourselves.
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I like this sentence: “I felt lost while finding my way home.” I can imagine feeling like that having only moonlight to guide me.
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I love the proximity of the phrase “I felt lost while finding.”
And THIS:
“I walked miles under an unnamed moon.”
Boots made for walking, indeed. I have been here.
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Light almost as bright as day shows the way! Great post!
Dwight
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Ah, long walks under the moonlit night. I love this kind of walks. Makes me feel lost but found.
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Feeling lost on your way home… such a telling line. The past tense says so much…. we all have those stages… in rain or with moon, the sense is universal and it feels like coming of age.
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i felt like the moonlight was shifting showing you the way back “home”, a very descriptive walk with yourself.
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