I found the tunnel while running one hot afternoon, the dark passageway a cool respite from the beating Texas sun.
At least that’s what I thought when I first spotted the picturesque benches flanking the opening.
The trail leading under the roadway looked innocent enough, so with a slowing pace, I entered, my footfalls echoing off the walls of the cave-like interior.
As I left the harsh sunlight for the soothing darkness of the tunnel, the rhythm of my cadence lulled me into a feeling of contentment. All sense of time left me in the dark confines of the shadows.
I strained looking for the proverbial light at the end, nothing not even a glimmer.
I quickened my pace as unease crept in replacing my calm making me edgy and anxious for the sunlight.
I fought the panic rising in my throat as my legs trembled with exhaustion. Still, the dark tunnel continued with no end in sight.