Of night and light and the half light,

I was making my way home after a hard evening run.

Body battered, beaten and bruised.

Walking along i saw a little girl and her grandmother.

The little girl was half my height.

The grandma was so hunched she was almost the little girl's height.

They were walking home.

I realised my steps had slowed.

And i wondered.

What is the meaning of life?

When dreams and ambition have come to naught.

When years and strength are almost spent.

What do we live for then?

And is there really any difference

between what the little girl lives for

And what the little grandma lives for?

I found myself on a dim path i had never taken before.

But somehow i knew it would lead me home.