There are days when I see the sun peeking at me.
There are nights when I hear his footfalls.
There are months when eagles follow the oxen following the lions into my den following the missing One.
There are years when I just follow them following the sunny days catching the wintry nights inside the sun.
There are blank pages where my eyes have written blank answers to the questioning of footfalls.

Follow me, He said, and I followed the sun.