Unfamiliar for one, like second nature for the other. Unity as wings joined with an updraft; difference of perspective. A chilly day has mellowed into the mild night before us. Aside from "civilized" water joining with its "savage" brethren, stillness is the rule of the night.
Grey over gray over gray over grey in the distance and tide over time and in time and with time creates unity. Separation cannot be achieved, not in this light. Speculation regarding changes in shade ignores the fact. Walk on, walk on.
We are bombardiers of creatures unseen, speculators of terrain already charted, yet this makes no difference. For no reason would we question why we are here. As statues of flesh we are still as the material we sit upon, that from which we would have been carved. Motion is our option, motion is our solace, and motion has brought us to rest. The wind drives through us, chipping pieces of our spirits to carry with it on its own lonely journey.
We know we will meet the wind once again, far from here, and we will never be lonely. The wind may question why it has come here and where it may go. But we will never question why we are here.
