Life is the incredibly long journey between two nowheres. And though the trip was long and taxing, the short distance between the two endpoints makes it seem like nothing more than a gasp of air between inhaling water and inhaling no more.

It was as if we had been two grains of sand on a beach. Although we were surrounded by the company of our fellows, we were very much alone, ignoring everything but the rhythm of the immense ocean pounding down upon us for all eternity. Our meeting was miraculous, as if some impossibly compassionate and patient being had sifted the entire beach of sand so that our two particular grains would fall, by the most astronomical of odds, right next to each other. And now that we had finally found each other out, the whole shore shines, illuminated by the presence of one particular grain of sand in miles and miles of beach. I now place more faith in the machinations of the universe, for it aligned our paths to run parallel for so long.

I’ll burrow into your side and turn your mountains to a mole hill.

I tried walking a mile in your goody two shoes, but they didn’t fit so I went barefoot.

If all goes well, I’ll be taking a trip next week. Will write then unless pen bites hand again.