Walking
.
.
walking past
time and again
vast
breathtaking
occasionally not there
figments
fog reality
earth tones
vibrate
resonate
landscapes
differentiate
vistas
barely separate
dreams
fading fast
slip away
simultaneously filling
yet creating
.
an abyss
.
that is nothing
a feeling
fleeting
delicate
hesitating
anticipating
heavy
hammering down
brute force impact
flailing
for purchase
a foothold
lackadaisically looking
for some step
that destiny dictates
should come
next
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Relative Something 
We Miss You and Cyndie so much!!!
duniamo
September 3, 2014 at 7:10 am
We miss you, too! I was just asking Cyndie how we will ever figure out a way to be gone long enough to visit you in Guatemala. We will keep that dream alive.
johnwhays
September 3, 2014 at 9:41 pm