Streaks of sun entangle in yawning winds and they float down together. I perch soft on great slabs of cracked ivory and cracks in my heart start to heal.
Only sky above, only rock below. I see the whole world, it seems.
I am alone but no longer lonely. Earth grounds me, wind cleanses me, and a small bee buzzes around my shoulder like a guardian angel. I blow him a kiss.
Silver turns to ash as sun falls and moon rises. She is beautiful despite her shadows and creases, or perhaps more so because of them. I move this musing into memory and let it leave the here now.
Thoughts float in and out of mind, distant, comfortably blurred, and I let them be. Be here. Here now. I am here, now.
I am here, now.