Turning Corners by David R. Denny
Walk long enough on a straight path, and you will, of course, fall off the earth. That’s why we have corners. They entice us gently to change our course, to explore something yet unseen, to visit some vista just beyond sight.
One morning on a stroll through Onancock, I spotted a corner just up the way. Everything curved around a light post and roamed off somewhere beyond my sight. I paused to consider several options: I could turn back and step on the familiar cracks of a sidewalk already visited or say a prayer and venture forward. I opted to embrace the curve like Marco Polo, who always cut his anchors and sailed boldly ahead.
Corners can be a little frightening at times. They chide those who don’t like to change, mocking with polite chuckles all timid souls who simply refuse to step out of their ruts.
I swallowed hard, hailed Marco, and opted for a new adventure. My reward was almost instantaneous. I had barely entered the windblown curve when the sweet savor of honeybuns and chocolate eclairs wafted through a screen door.
I was never so glad for turning a corner in my life. What about you?