There is something surreal with a sea of unknown faces.
Do you know? Like those moments in movies, those fast forward scenes, with one person motionless, standing upon a platform and life washed by.
And standing there, stranded upon a rock amongst the tide.
If I were to catch you all within a net, squiriming quicksilver, how many strangers, how many friends, how many enemies or lovers would I get?
It is all so strange...
There is a castle amongst the forest, with emerald lawn. A bell tower that chimes upon the hour, carved sandstone. I circle 'bout its outskirts, sweeping by, for a moment of magic within its walls.
There is urgency, unbounded terror and dread. Drowning in people, drowning in words, drowning in the cacophany of unfamiliarity.
There is light for a new start, as cliche as it may sound.
A garden of quiet amongst the buzz. The shade of a single tree upon the grass. The shifting veil of shadows upon the ground. The chill of autumn's waking breath, and the golden sun. The carpet of flaming leaves. Crunch. The fragrance of soft, fresh morning, and dew on the underside of downy leaves. Walled garden.
Fun. Loneliness. The terrible contrast. To feel lost and found. To pick up the pebble upon the sidewalk, to find the shell that another forgot. And the hope of the glimpse of a familiar face admist the crowd, and an epiphany of joy.
The morning peeps from the horizon, hesitant, timid. I hope it will cast out its beams and, with a flourish, dance into tomorrow in its bright new dress of gold.
