It’s been some time since my last piece of writing i know. I’ll get right into it. This is sort of a follow up to my previous writing…probably something a traveler could relate to. The moments where you just sit back and relax and just let everything come to you instead of rushing to it yourself. I hope you understand what i’m trying to convey here…anyways i just write what i feel 🙂 Enjoy
The movement over the horizon has slowed. All is quiet and the winds have hushed down and the last embers of the sun seem to brighten and glow, brighten and glow. A warning light, indicating the close of the day. I can’t move anymore, I have to stop and look. Look at the expanse before me. Twilight in all its beauty approaches. A magical embrace of haze and a dimming light, slowing down the Earth’s quickened pace until this moment. A moment, worth stopping for. A moment, worth cherishing.
Where are they all?
Is this mystical horizon seen by my eyes only? The road is all that is left to be followed. No signs of life or laughter…Only the magic. The magic of the moment. Only seen by me. It feels like I’m following a wormhole through space. An endless passage through time and space where there’s no fixed point of reference, just a matter of following the road. Every now and then, the wormhole leads me to places like this, places where my pace is slowed and you just have to sit back and see what’s in front of you. For what’s in front of you is what is real…no matter where you are. To see what’s real you have to slow down sometimes and beauty unravels before you.