To walk in the fullness of morning, absent the forgiveness of knowing, lightens the earthly burden. Watch from a distance for ego’s dark eye, peeking from behind the carefully hewed stone, lurking beside mischievous demons of triviality.
“I see you,” Eyes meet and distraction fades, wind-scattered and powerless.
The chilled air beckons as nature returns in blurred ecstasy, whimsical in the predestination of quiet wonder.