Illustrated Short Story: One road and a lot of memories.

It was such a beautiful day. The glowing colours of autumn were mesmerising. It's crazy how everything can change in a split second. Crazy how, we, creatures that like to think we rule this earth, have in fact no power whatsoever. 

Was it faith? Was it karma?
Or was it simply a coincidence? 

A chain of events that led to that particular moment. 

I stared at it. It was simply a compilation of forms. Nothing else but color and light. I had trained my eye to transfer the actual three-dimensional forms around me into lines, shades and values. I had marvelled at the possibility of bringing life to a piece of paper and the possibility of translating what our eyes perceived: Immortalising a moment. 

And so I used that skill that I had learnt. That's how I stared at this road, forcing upon myself a perspective rid of emotions. I knew that I could not let myself feel. Because that would of been it. I couldn't of had left. But now there was no going back. I turned around, closed my eyes and inhaled. Fresh unpolluted air. The air of my childhood. And I started walking.