So thankful for the breaths in between. Letting the cool breeze of distant vales pass along the silhouette of my out-curved ear. Arriving distant or silent in the elastic moment without expectation of umbrage. We are not the royal few contesting previous mandate’s revision. We are the welcome youth of new Dodge. Enthralled by all the pistolero’s we found along the path. And the niceties we delivered to those who found nothing but anger in their cart.

Thespian delivery, failing to capture the timing in moments but long delays and promised pause. Where from here shall a sullen man escape? What form of relief do the proud offer the hungry? What sloped stairway do we ascend that leads to the promises of heaven’s grace? What timely retreat does a man find ready when seeking a smidgen of success? In brief contemplation perhaps the beach was too far and the bridge too narrow for presumption.

So I aligned with the winged few. The bravest among the many who could accept the charge d’affaires preferring to summit before relief accepted. So we jumped the precipice and dreamt of tomorrow finding comfort from those things along this highway. Not knowing anyone from the jilted escort we thought ourselves hopeless in the middle of sparse roadways. To sleep and escape reason or upset we alerted the guests to checkout.

Thank you for the double barrelled answer. Our pretense was dismissed. Aghast at the revision of my past I new found confidence in provision. Silence is often the best measure of damaged hearts and abhorrent weather. Into the realm of peaceful praise and slumber we slid down the sandy slope, seeking soft landing and met expectation before leaving for the wonder. At heart we were dumbstruck and delivered. Into the smoky east we walked adept.