Russell Station Road

Prose about regrouping

Russell Station Road


Lately I’ve been slipping...
back into self‑doubt,
self‑pity, cynicism…
with no real cause,
just wandering through old thoughts.

Lately I’ve forgotten how grateful I should be.
I’m here. I’m loved. I’m alive.
And still, my thoughts drift backward.

So I took a drive…
coffee warm in my hand, music low…
with no destination in mind,
ending up on Russell Station Road.

I drove with thoughts that needed mending,
letting them rise and fall,
letting the drive do its quiet work,
carrying me on to Russell Station Road.

The air was crisp.
Snow covered the fields, the trees,
A sleeping winter world
on Russell Station Road.

And in the winter stillness
something settled in me—
a small, renewed contentment
as I turned back toward home
from Russell Station Road.