cloud remnants from the rainstormform curds in bluish grays and off whitesI step through wet grass nimble footedclothes enlightened as part of the sunseton this quest to findtoday’s endand offer my hand to a friend departed.

Oh so much time has passed.As children,playing and laying in the grass.Memories like nothing else. With doubts,nonexistant and always false.With time,we grew taller.And we fell even harder. We reached the stars and skies,planets.We achieved the impossible.Now you are nearly 18. You wonder,where...