Black clouds swirl, familiar and heavy with pain unknown, pain unanswered and pain unasked.
What is today without a yesterday? And what can possibly be made of tomorrow?
The journey becomes drudgery. Adventure and wonder abandoned on the wayside to make room for backpacks and pullcarts, out dated luggage, nothing more than worn and tattered baggage. Arms reach, lungs empty, tears flood for the one’s left behind, forgotten too quickly in the dust. Forward motion prohibits recapture, demands dismissal. What else can be done?