salt and dead things.

Dear you,

We didn't know exactly where we were going, only that a sense adventure was begging for attention and demanding to be satisfied.

The car was crowded and the air was cold, but the sun was bright and promised to keep us from freezing, no matter how badly the wind wanted to snatch away our fingers.

 
North then west then more west, and we kept going that way for what seemed like forever, though I knew with each bump and turn, we were getting closer.

The asphalt ended where the road curved and the telephone lines didn't reach out as far as I thought they would, even though I believed they would follow us forever.

When the road ended, we looked out into the lake bed and we wondered if we had found the edge of the earth, because there was no end to that horizon.


Oblivion, she called it, and I believed her for a moment because I forgot to turn around to look at where we had come from.

We found death and decay, but maybe because time was frozen or the landscape was frozen, or maybe because we were frozen, we only stopped to look.

The void was all around us and I swear we spoke to it, stared it right in the face, and we came out understanding that death and oblivion aren't the end, but they're at the end of the road.

We wandered and spiraled and adventure's voice could be heard from every direction, singing praises that we had found more than we'd ever imagined.

We smelled of salt and dirt packed beneath our fingernails and every time I watched you squint into the sun, I felt I never wanted to leave.

Sincerely,
xx
Blue