It withers away at us….
…the past, the future, the lack of presence...
...until an unfettered absence envelops our current flux.

A glance above; the crisp, cold air - a new beginning now presents itself.



This thrill…this rush - it’s the embodiment of feeling alive.

In darkness we patiently wait….
…until the darkness within withers away.

Then in due time - the past, future, and present will all intertwine.

The thrill, the rush, the embodiment of a shift...
…darkness again withers away, an inner light forever free to drift.