What brings us to this point? Always bending, flowing freely.
The passage of time, the transition of space.
Travel is experience. The joys, the sorrows, the grandeur of humanity and its filth.
Shirking burdens, real or imagined.
Moments known, or missed completely.
The soft light of history adding its ambrosia as we comb through thoughts with tender touch.
These moments change,
fleeting visions in our weeping lives.
Of joy, of sorrow, of hopeful dreams.
At this point, we choose, the choices known.