we talk of the past when it's calm and cups of hot tea are present. biscuits, cookies, snacks of a crumbly sweet nature abound, and everyone looks wistfully off at stars in the distance signifying memory and nostalgia.
the fires are stoked in my body, the winds billow and bluster throughout my respiratory structure, a vast ocean sways in my heart, the cellular bodies of my sinews all flex in unison.
all elements present. shared silences wrap about us like the cloak of the night sky,