• Stop everything. Stop the world. Everything's changed now and nothing is sacred. Love and thunder and silver swans with fox children and I become them. Everywhere I look the sun rises, undying.

    A picture will give you poetry, and a story, eternity. A deep field half the size of what reflected in my eye. I don't want to say it was that wind, lighter than its namesake and more vastly beautiful besides.

    Retake when your vision blurs so you can keep on climbing, but I can always remember vividly that one spark where a smile that only I saw came to life. And neither had to try but neither knew what tragic groping towards non-existent futures they both made, and they are us, all of us, but happy we remain.