Über allen Gipfeln

Ist ruh,

In allem Wipfeln

Spürest du

Kaum einen Hauch

Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde

Warte nur, balde

Ruhest du auch

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The road led nowhere.  Well, that’s not entirely true. It certainly led somewhere, just to a somewhere that was so inconsequential or so far off that it could essentially be classified as nowhere.  Like Wyoming, for instance.  The road led to Wyoming.  Either way, it was of little use to me now.  I had been following it for hours in the vain hope that it might lead to some small mountain hamlet, or perhaps to a vehicle that I could hitch a ride on or hijack, but it didn’t.  It led to nowhere.

I had found the road by pure happenstance.  I was taking a stroll through the woods on a rather lovely Sunday morning, as I am want to do at times, when the mood…