Shadows scurried along to their source as the sun rose higher in the sky. I began to think of this odd group of misfits. Men in the desert speaking of collapse, their combative nature, their lessons, vulnerability. It felt like a rare moment, silent stars and brilliant revelations, where the road hummed a melody only audible on this lonely desert road. Many lessons offered much to let incubate. Much left to surrender.
Fluttering
Seeking council in fluttering wings, and midnight sashay of Paris.