Forever is Composed of Nows

And that’s all I ever have

Photo by Jesse Collins on Unsplash

Twilight descends upon the valley, and tranquility reciprocates. While the soft murmur of the nearby creek magically melds with the beguiling fragrance of burning incense sticks.

There’s no yesterday and no tomorrow. But only now that ripens into another while everything keeps existing all around. Such as the breath that leads the way. Or the…