Trips For Your Imagination Pt. 1 - Your Boy, SK

It's not often I find myself outside, but I couldn't be more happier, the light seeping through the thick green roof of tree tops lights up patches of the vegetation in front of me. The light is not harsh, its delicate streaks light up the moist blades of grass drizzled with soft dew. The moon is in her fullness tonight.

The air is light tonight, not really still but free in its movement, gently brushing up against a trunk or two. These towering obelisks: powerful and peaceful, frozen in their ancient poses a regal nature. Intuitively I close my eyes and breathe in this moment. I breathe in the scenery. I breathe in the stories this place can tell. I breathe in the silence.

I feel another presence around me, one that it lacks malice and judgment, one that is open to suggestion and interaction. One that has no preconceived expectations or prejudice perceptions. This presence loves all and loves me. The connection we share is familiar, it feels right, it feels the way it should. 

I turn around and open my eyes to an unfamiliar face, though, I am not startled at this stranger's presence. 

The frightening familiarity in our feelings towards each other, can not be accounted for, well not by me atleast. We take each other's hands, and breathe in the scenery together. We breathe in the silence. We breathe in the love of this place. We breathe in the memories we have of each other, memories of a foreign lifetime. 

We breathe, in silence.

We breathe.