The pavement ends, but the road continues. Keep going. Hot summer sun. Ruts in the dirt, left there by wheels on the rainy days. Holes and low spots. Keep going. No breeze at all, no clouds. The road ends at a trailhead. A path through tall, dead weeds. Keep going. Walk. You are alone in the silence. Not even the sound of one bird. The path fades away. The weeds fade away. Finally you are alone beneath an empty sky that seems as wide as creation. The world seems bleached, and begins to fade, and the sky fades as well. And then you begin to fade away, too. Only the light remains. Only the light.