Late night silence just now fell, and with it the last bridge to my childhood.
"Are you up for it, my dear?", I ask, only half kidding. Because just as with saying, "I love you", with this there is no halfway. You stand and acknowledge with a kiss. We dance...
This is a great opportunity for us. Little baggage to carry, only the small knapsack we call 'self', and with no real destination we can travel light. Build our own bridges in the opposite direction from where we came.
Hope and the unknown are not scary anymore. Truth be told, they're all we've got.
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