Is it over the next rise or could it be a hill in the distance. Are maybe a fluffy cloud that beckons me. So many times when I thought I may stop to rest and sleep awhile, I remember the fine line between life and nothing. The line that separates the sky from the earth. All those answers can be found in the old familiar feelings of long ago, as they only repeat themselves over and over again.
Nothing is really new.
I have seen that place where the water meets sky and in that fine line is a space no one can see. You must reach out and touch that place. A place where the darkness of a narrow ally is frightful till you walk toward the light. Then, you edge closer and just as you are about to step over into the light there is a fine line and if you are unaware, it will be gone before you touch that elusive place. A space we yearn for from the time of birth.