Remained Always Here

Look out across these wide-open spaces to where the horizon blurs the land into the sky. It is as far as seeing can ever go; to see the place where the earth meets the sky. And, one day, we will go there and touch the clouds that rest against the hillsides of distance and faraway places.

We have heard stories of faraway places from those who have walked such foreign streets and have worn the dust of distance upon their feet. We, though, have remained always here, where familiarity has seeped deep into our bones, so that our feet know every road, path and lane as well as we know the lines in each other’s tired faces.

We never took the chance to go to those faraway places, so now I can see that far away look in your eyes as you long for something to take you somewhere new. A place away from the familiar wearying routine and a place where you can find out what it means to be alive again.