Towering mountains reach too high to see. Standing before them – just me. ~ Yet sunlight cuts the mist and I see others standing near. My doubts disperse, my path is now clear. ~ We shall climb as one. And we shall not turn nor stop until it is done.

We find we are here but a few spins round the sun, divided in days. ~ We occasionally think of our small world arcing on its course through the massive void of space. ~ Mostly we forget. Our blue and sunlit bubble, here, our line of sight.

Blue, green and pale white encroaching from the water fog above the sand

Lateral dark stripes, conspicuous after the dull December gloom.

When things seem unfair, may my mind divert to this place, and travel there.

Milky cirrus slowly spoil the blue. Beneath, a gentle, chill, foggy air, caressing breezes brush our concrete honeycomb. Behind portrait windows, we forget our nature there. ~ Dazzling white, dull grey, and darker down, clouds falling weight toward the buzzing ground, branches lift upon the hills where horses stare. Rectangles light our faces, a landscape…

On rocky beaches boulders stand and shingle clatters down the age old slope, the arched waves hunch their shoulders, fall, and shingle shatters once again to land beneath tremendous roaring swell to drag them tumbling back without a hope, and far away the pouring spray is heard, and rumbling breakers on the sand. ~ Note…

Our world’s a ship, a steel Goliath carving forward softly through the icy sea, and somewhere far ahead the horrid berg, a lurking Monster, draws our destiny. And if the sighting cry of lonely terror marks the moment when we first take heed? Then jam the engines, force reverse, slam the rudders sideways, fight until…

Earth’s a ship, softly carving through the icy sea, Monster berg ahead. ~ Slam the rudders to the side, onward still the hulk will glide, and soon the futile, dreadful struggle. ~ We join the sparkling lights that dance upon the sea, slowly slipping down.

Sociability. Telecommunications. Solitariness.