10:30

climbing

scrambling

towards the sky

deep into the mountains

we wandered

sometimes ran

without any kind of real plan

only just to be

alive and free

golden hour

what colour is that? i asked

pink, yellow, orange, grey, blue

and all the shades in between

shadows

light

space

dreams

these skies will be our seas

and i wish to sail forever

gazing out

up and over

the space

the silence

words are not always necessary

you don't have to hear the music

to feel a harmony

to see it

to breathe it

to feel it

to live it

to catch tiny glimpses

of the power

connections

breathing dreams like air

pinky haze of dusk

the shift

how the sky seems to swallow the sun whole

slowly slowly

and then all at once

and here we are

still roaming

feeling

trusting footsteps

stumbling over rocks

weary limbs

wide yawns

unraveling the hours of the day

merging

sunrise to sunset

and i realise

again (and again)

life isn't about the destination

but the journey

eyes drinking in the wonder

the magic currents swirling between

one moment and the next

the potential

filling my lungs

my being

with aliveness

i feel it in my bones

an ache for all things

wild

raw

real

never ending

it's always 10:30 somewhere