A busy terminal. Strands of life intersecting, weaving together in anticipation of a shared journey. Stories exchanged, stories forgotten. The only constant, myriad cups of tea.
A rocky and deceptive path leads one to the heart of the forest. Streams interrupt it at regular intervals. A quick swim, a couple of leaps, fruits for those who put in the effort are fresh and sweet.
On the edge of your vision lies a dream. You see it, but not quite clear. It entices you, pulls you forward but remains out of reach. Always behind a blurry veil, always irresistible.
Memories filtered through tones of sepia. A woman with flowers in her hair. A suitor dressed like the hero from the movie they've both come to watch. Or rather, live.
Pristine white sands glisten in the sun. A low tide teases the edge of the beach and slowly slinks away to visit her other suitors, gathered around in wait.