The two separated by fate and circumstance, longing and desire insufficient to alter what came to be. Going around and around and ’round, timeless circling above – patient vultures, messengers without direction.
Immersed in stress, self doubt achieving dominion, forward momentum adrift, scattered to the four winds. Nothing left now but life’s filter to sift the debris until clarity achieved.
Emboldened and airborne, desire driving the instinct for survival, thrust lifts them to extraordinary heights, a landscape is revealed. They soar….