Reunion

Another bright day in the desert, sunlight beaming across white fields, if ever there was a therapy against the darkness, surely it was this. They arrive at your doorstep with their piles of literary treasure, hours spent talking around the ideas that gleam inside your brains which no AI yet knows, how many miles have we covered together since our first? You try to retrace the steps, to recreate the tingle along your skin, but some magic seems determined to arrive only on its own accord. 

You determine to wait patiently until it does. 

The year looks new, still, in its cold midwinter sun, the potentials of spring decked with hope. We look at plane tickets and say maybe we go to Amsterdam instead, the words will allow themselves where you leave them room, you're a pile full of oysters, don't stop until you find
the pearl.