Squirrelled away within the folds, nooks and crannies of her favourite haunt, she waits.
Surrounded by immortal friends and infused with her favourite brew, she ponders.
She is so far, but feels thus near to one that longs to know. With every day a bridge is built, guiding her ascent to now.
Blink and she is back. Effortless and seamless she floats back in. She is altogether the same and altogether different.
Time has not changed the fundamentals nor the root, it’s still an overwhelming sense of right.
The mind struggles to keep up with the heart at times and that’s how it ought to be. The reverse is unthinkable.
As the heart hits overdrive and is set to coast down the smooth highway of contentment and the endless straights, the mind can be seen in the rearview, accelerating towards it.