Caught in a slate blue rain. At first you hurry a little because getting wet drop by drop can be unfamiliar. But after the drops spread out and your shirt grafts against the skin and your socks get wet inside your shoes, you surrender. Then there is just walking.
Under the half moon, just walking.
Into the sublime sentence, just walking.
Within the dialogue of desire and healing, fear and love, emotion and intelligence, illusion and reality, just walking.
Clarity of purpose in the everyday awareness. One breathes life into a thought. A prayer? The sky calls us upward. Outward. Beyond. The ground grates against the tired sole, “one more step.”
And between the two, you, my favorite color of blue.