A new leaf

My first taste was intrigue. Her short hair left me breathless and hanging on each sentence. The next taste was admiration. Her wit crisp and much sharper than my own. She is my superior.

I rode a wave of vulnerability and exploration that left me on Olympus Mons. Unfortunately, the Mars winds came. Trampled by my own hubris. Years of searching, seeking, and discovering led me to a guess. She was a whisper on the wind.

A guess is fuck all of a metaphor. I was Spirit. Literally crawling, tracking, and screaming at my inner machinations to address the shortcomings of which I laid bare. I squealed my relevance into the atmosphere upon deaf ears.

Time.

It took time before her voice carried across the winds again.

A decade passed. Hubris adequately destroyed by administrative sequestration. A cacophony of white noise filled the void until the winds returned. Her voice carried like the quetzal before Spanish conquest.

A voice of hope. Intrigue. Admiration and vulnerability.

I can’t help but feel as if the voice is leading me to happiness.