I think this picture is quite apt for the post below. From a time long gone...

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance.
Living Might mean taking chances but they are worth taking…
Loving might be a mistake but it’s worth making.
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter………

Promise me The Next Time you will give faith a fighting chance…….

And The Next Time you get a choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance……

Lee Ann Womack

It felt different this feeling……

Open Palmed.

The wind passing through the gaps between his knuckles….
The searching warmth of the sun enveloping his palm……
Her, hazel eyes caressing his hands…..

The uncontrollable ebb of emotion displayed only in the strangeness of the silence.

His spirit,
Soaring to heights, he had only dreamed of.
This feeling of oneness, to another being was new.
Yet it felt like forever…..At least for as long as he could remember.

Then like an ebbed tidal wave….
The emotion receded snubbed by stealthy creeping sorrow…..
The devious human mind steadily controlling his tipsy heart…..

Him and Her

Two disjointed ends. Spread across far corners of a complicated world.
Logically, there was No balance, No certainty, No tomorrow No future.

For Them.

The Choice.

He said.
It is better now, this way with happy memories. And little bitterness to mar the memories.

She looked at him, with eyes that begged him to stay. With a stance that was too proud to ask.

A Moment.

And then they turned at their heels and left.