By the time I get to the end of the lane I have decided to leave.

I was only going to retrieve the recycling bin.

But the smell of the night, the moon’s glow, the crispness of the evening air--OH how they called to me! And I thought about walking. I thought about running. I thought about following my bliss (whatever that is).

And I stood at the corner. Still. 

And I made my choice.

I let the moonlight shine on me as I pull in the bin. I remind myself that I always have a choice. 

I enter the house.