Early morning fog drifts across the African plains, wisps of vapor hovering over the surface of the earth. My soul plummets to a place of yearning, the lowness of being small, humbled, becoming starkly aware of my humanity. The sun peaks over the horizon, spreading itself thick across the sky as it rises in glory.
I want to just stay here and lay myself wide open, to let the misty morning consume me, and all at once, the light fills me with a longing to go forward, to embrace the time as something to be gained rather than lost–for we are bounding at an ever increasing speed toward eternity, where deep no longer cries out to deep because they are together, present, united in their perfect state of purpose. It seems so different here, in this space of time before the world awakes, before the war starts, before the future turns into the past and all that exists is present.
