Like childhood tales of old,
These home streets unfold in dusk’s soft gold.
But before we close our eyes tonight,
I want to share how I found the light.

Along that path, I was a child so small,
In autumn’s embrace, I’d run to the bridge’s call,
Tossing cones in the water, laughter filled the night,
Gathering lovely leaves ’til the fading light.

I cried when I strayed into shadows stark,
And ran from the dark.
I wandered far from the path I used to know,
But only there I found the road that led me home.

–Tuomo Syri (Instagram @tuomowritings)