Majesty

So tell me then, what do you know of sailing on an open sea, with your sights set squarely on whatever lies beyond a melting burnt-bronze sunset? What do you know of feeling utterly dwarfed and equally emboldened beneath the limitlessness of a clear blue sky, clouds white as snow-caps and light as feathers? What do you know of the pure magic and mystery of dreaming beneath the bittersweet melancholy of a twilight’s moon? What can you tell me of being blessed enough to have feasted your eyes upon the elegance and grace of sprawling, wind-swept valleys in the heart of a warm summer? What do you know of seeing the souls of the oldest and finest of friends at once reunited? Or of sharing a laughter so hearty and jubilant that it rattles way down deep in your bones?

Because I can tell you, lads and lasses, that I don’t know all too much... but at the very least, I do know this.