Strike

Darkness. Breathe in. Air is thick, heavy. Harsh. Blurred vision from the ultimate black night, no moon. No stars. No light. A moment left the shuddering effect in the tail end of the real world. But what of us? What of us.

Sunlight. Seek it out. Feel the heat, the striking rays lighting up that black darkness. Breathe it in, the lifted heaviness freeing the soul. Of us, we are free. Free, but not to be anything other than what we already are.

Take a moment. The moment. Blink into the shining star. Smell the air, the spring filled scents of flowers and fresh dirt adrift. Hear the wind, the rustles of leaves and trees and bees buzzing. Flapping wings. And singing birds.

It is all that much more absurd.

When we walk, we do the talk. When we talk, we fail to walk. For one and another, we fail each other. We beat the day, we plead for night. Take the pole and strike.