The daily moments, those elusive elations that resist captivity of logic or reason, take me on a journey of multiple infinities. Even as my heart skips a beat at a momentary awareness of loss, at the partings, in remembrance, I feel myself lifted. Time and wind play on my face, the wind that beckons to places I've yet to enter, to thresholds to wander through. I am at a nomadic threshold, poised to perfection at the door of inevitable future.
I am the time passing.
A cold breeze plays with my hair, there is a splash somewhere, something large came to look...a siren perhaps. Is it her call I hear? The morning mist slowly parts here at Cowichan Bay, my new home, nomadic as it seems. This feeling. This feeling I feel unravels a fear's stitch, unravels me. And I swell beyond the point I think my skin can hold me. There is always more to hold, it seems.
I feel the wind change. It whispers. There is more to come.
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