Found

What are you feeling right now?
Oddly, both restlessness and peace.

Does that make sense?
No.


Where are you?
It doesn’t matter. I am somewhere new and I am alone.

It’s night here. It rained hard today. But right now, there’s just a light mist. I’m walking in it. I’m walking slowly. In this. People are passing me by. They’re busy. They have umbrellas. They rush. They feel none of this.


There was this stray dog. We were walking the same path for a while. He had a collar, but he was a stray--
What do you want?

I want to feel.
You want to feel what?
As much as I can.


He had a cone around his neck. You know, the plastic things they put on pets after they get neutered to keep them from biting the stitches.
But it’s a stray.
He must have run off. Must have wanted to take on the world by himself.
He is lost.
He didn't seem it. He seemed determined.
He’ll get run over. He’ll starve.
He’ll wander. He’s free.
Where is he now?
Off finding himself.

And you?
Me? I am... 

found.


I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Why did you go?
I needed to.
Don’t you feel lonely on your own?

I thought I would, but I don’t. Instead, I feel strength. I feel life. And, I feel love.

 
What are you looking for?
I don’t know. Nothing. Maybe. Everything.
Are you finding it?
Everyday.

What are you feeling right now?  

The mist.