Coming to the weekend

The darkness of the pathway overwhelmed these last few days and the weekend comes with no relief. Fortunately the lamps held their light enough to show the path and provide some comfort to the group and as they followed willingly.

Who knew this path was so dark the only sound the murmur of the trees. Now unseen and unknown just the sounds of the wind in their branches and leaves.

The though of the weekend ahead rose a hope in his heart. Not that the road ever took notice of the days.

Still he held the hope that the next day or the one after that held a brighter path -and an end of this gross darkness.  So they found themselves coming to the weekend.