How do you describe it. What words in their sum could encompass what I mean. Who could paint for me the image of a thousand falling stars breaking through in glorious ash or the slow drip of a light fog breaking over the mountains just before sunrise? What word could shake me out of reality and draw me in to myself. A hastening, dangerous tug. The unknown. Distance closing. No it could not be caged. The aves their wings outstretch! The coin rot to dust and nature demand its currency! Time tick. Time tock. Love here or love there. Time tick. Time tock. You’re beautiful.