Rich in dreams I wander between worlds. I am your morning, you my evening. I am your tomorrow, you my yesterday. A gentleness descends upon my shoulders, unbidden sadness awakes within my heart. Opposing seasons between the hemispheres and I long for the company of one I have never met. To sit and talk, sharing a bottle of wine as sun sets rather than it setting in your world yesterday as it rises in mine today.
Words errant satiety, image Justin Cherry