This is the last story from my walk. Read the first one here and the second one here.

I exited the footsteps of the other person and started making my own.

As I diverged, I came across it.

It was alone.

Surrounded by nothing but the darkness. Hundreds of acres of emptiness surround it, and it still remained vibrant. It beamed with confidence, with purpose – with meaning.

Regardless of how lonely it was, it knew it was there for a reason.

The fire hydrant.

In the last year, I’ve become really comfortable doing things on my own. Where maybe two years ago I would consider a walk alone odd – it’s now become a part of my daily ritual.

There’s times when I feel lonely, but I think of this fire hydrant. It remains confident alone, because it has its purpose.