twice i've seen the view from space

the chilliness in the air is a wonderful welcome from days of walking through godless and marauding heat. even the stars at night seem to be like thin slices of ice that piece away the outer layer of hot that your body has absorbed from the sands that came before. and its nice here.. under the nothingness of heaven. somehow in these moments the people you travel with come together as one mind and one conciousness and you learn things about each other of which we have never told anyone. the feasting is delicious that night.

i've seen that view from space before. i saw it many years ago on the otherworldly planes of my travels. i saw myself lifted above the world i know and pulled from my window watching nature reclaim the earth, and the city shrink behind me.


even the clouds here seem to have their own personalities. they move quickly and change in time. unlike the desert they are always there looming about giving a teasing sensation of rain to come.. but she rarely pays her visits. instead her body dances in the sky and creates illusions vulnerable only to the wandering journals we carry in our back pockets, one day to be taken to the eyes of the public. for now our words are scribbled on dancing paper amidst the bouncing tables of trains and the backs of bus seats in front of us. we think back to those who we love and those whom we have missed dearly.. our regrets for leaving and our hopes for leaving again. lately i've felt a calling, a few of them actually, and they are loud in my ears.

i've learned something about getting older: when you are young you try to validate everything under the guise of idealism. you think that everything you do will somehow make a difference and if there is no purpose there is of course no cause. however this changes when you get older. you begin to act on your gut instict and you do things without questioning.. you just do them because that's what you do.

you are the get up and go.....


.....that got up and went