200, another marker reached. A reworking of a NaPoWriMo poem, and as befits Notyethere travel is the subject. We all take for granted the speed at which we can move from place to place, but sometimes I think we should step outside the speeding vehicle for a moment and take time to walk. There are many journeys, and going from one place to another is just a small part of it. Here’s to the next two hundred posts, enjoy the trip with me.
The Road at Sunset. Is the long way home, the way out disappearance of stretched lines that are never joined. Sunset colours the end. Cruise control, the red lights of passing cars, speed and changing hues, just driving. A journey never to an end. Watching the sun fall below the horizon, a corrupted disc leaving longer shadows. A future illusion of meeting that never happens and we realise we were travelling all this time. In the end, it is about perspective the vanishing point where all roads lead us to the horizon.