I am only in this spot once a year.
This fleeting moment of latitude in the sky,
this position in space,
this view of our sun.
It will come again,
about 365 days from now.

Yet, I do not ponder the position of the Earth when that day comes.
I do not think about the curious path our orbit continuously takes me on.
But I do ponder the position of my restless soul.

Will I still love you then?
In 365 days when I apathetically see the sun in the same way as I see it today,
will the longing to be close to you still form a burning hunger in the depth of my gut?

Will I still be living within the frigid walls of the Glass City?
Or will my wandering heart find the courage to take me to the place in the pictures.
To a new time zone,
to an unassuming cafe
where the uncomfortable sensation of not knowing a soul in sight
will cause the very act of asking for a cup of coffee to fill my being with pride and satisfaction.

In 365 days when my planet finds itself in the exact same orbital point it finds itself in today,
will I have found a way to suppress the need for the world's approval.
Will my thoughts be worthy without their validation?
Will my actions activate without their observation?