The Road That Remembers Light

Evening opens its hands, and the road begins to glow. Lines of fire stretch forward white for hope, gold for purpose, red for all that has passed but still burns. Trees stand as quiet witnesses while time rushes through the center, each passing moment stitched into the asphalt. The sky exhales purple and blue, as if blessing the journey below. This is not just a road it is motion made visible, a testimony that every path, when followed with courage, eventually learns how to shine.