with the unhurried pace of a long day extending, we find our stride.
all you need are good friends, open minds, a loose destination far enough into the future, that you are free to jazz improv your way from now until then.
no need to rush. no need to make haste, nor the desire to at any cost. this time is precious, jewel-like, crystalline.
we remain calm and in good spirits, as if all of the universe fits into these minutes, sealed in amber and made into a treasured memory.
make the time, then spend it wisely. it can either be fleeting or bend to your will. this is the manner in which we define our trajectory.