Travelers joined by circumstance considering how this came to be when the winds push souls apart denying comfort of the heart until the stars became aligned far above in the sky then by sheer coincidence pilgrims met at long last
by the blessings of the fates they acknowledged twisted strings knots tied behind the scenes are realized by friendships shared no longer strangers across the room through events they’re more more refugees cast up on the shore finding shelter against the storm
the paths found a crossroads intersecting to give hope the world has allowed a few souls companionship and support this oasis of life’s repast don’t let good fortune go to waste we’re all travelers of circumstance acknowledging companions in moment’s time.
“Finding Shelter” is about the friendships of circumstance. These appear to be arbitrary. Their value is often discounted as being one of many. I don’t believe this is the case.