No wind was felt or visible. Such quiet has been absent recently and it’s been a while now I figure, since I have stopped long enough to enjoy the changing seasons and fascinate at Nature. Soul, where are you going?
Maybe we are all a series of frayed smiling faces, suspended in photographs of a time we were all together and happy, headed toward the same end of the road we could not imagine, where cannot memories pass or togetherness survive. These were golden times, before the revels dried up and the bitumen ended and we had to stop and turn around and suddenly go home our separate ways, lost and alone to spend the rest of our days trudging forward, broken and looking back for each other.
But you, bursting all-exulting traveller, for whom the sheerness and extent of eternal synergy is unbearably inaccessible… You will fall here at last, upon a great pause like you’ve never known before and it will be sublime.