Frost on the windscreen,
Heater started,
Rainbows in ice crystals!
Gift of the morning.

20000 miles and all the wonders of the world behind you,  ahead the sparkle of love and tears in the eyes of those that have missed you most.

Raven overhead, wing tips flared, soaring.
I'm riding my clutch, in a river of red lights, still 3 miles to work.

I sit on a bench, by a path, next to a lake and just try to be.
Not easy - just being.
If you've ever tried it you'll know what I mean.

I stare at the lake, intensly, sitting forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped - my attention unwavering.

People cross my field of view, from the left and right they appear like micro-dramas to me - rapidly unfolding then  melting away unfinished.

I hear them as they slowly approach,  a quick splash of colour in my field of view,  and then they recede. All the while I force myself to watch the lake and wonder if this is just being.

The lake is deep and still. There are trees on the small islands, there is shade, there are birds, reflections of birds and small ripples. There is so much green. So many different shades of green? My shoulders are hunched, my back is hurting - why am I so tense? How can this be just being?

I sit back, relax a little, cross one long leg over the other, stretch and then try again. Just being is hard.

The lake is still still, still green and maybe just a tiny bit deeper than before.

In ten more minutes I'll give up. I havent got all day, I've got somewhere else to be.

She dances her way round the fire,
And the words that she sings never fade,
They light up the hearts of others,
who add to the rhythms she's made.

She sings of a love that will save her.
Of a heart that will come fan the flames,
And the smoke and her song rise higher,
into a sky full of stars she can't name.

And their voices are one,
and their hearts are strong.
Voices strong, hearts as one.
And she dances on,
to the Fire song.

The moments of a life are linked but you can never see the join from one to the next.

They are not side by side, one next to the other like chapters in a book, 
but were forged,
                        as one,
                              simultaneously.

                Like the rays from the sun.

The grip of her hand around my little finger, her smile, her giggle,
I was lost in the love of that,
overwhelmed,
complete.
I would live ten thousand lives,
ten thousand times ten thousand - on repeat.