So far I got,
The smell of the branches aromated the night’s sky with a soft scented eucalypti odour whilst a luminous red beam shone across in proportion to my fading white grated skin. Pockets of hailstones of life’s complications pelted down onto the cold desolate ground creating havoc and the need for evasive action. To my right was...that's all I got.
It's about me (age 40+), I reflect on the journeys from a child as I am crossing the road the red beam is the traffic walking lights, the more steps I take, the further down the path I reflect on. The hailstones are a symbol of life's burdens.