We made a plan to live in the land of green and couldn’t wait to try our fresh philosophy. The plan was thought up, the plan was in place, and it was critically important that the plan was followed through. Because the plan was magical, it was for the taking. Because it was imaginative, it was ours for the asking.
The open road stretched before us and we set out on our path. We took a leap of faith and found courage where there was none to be found. The tires rolled and the vehicle was in motion. Don’t look back.
Don’t look back…now that it’s done…
The days passed and at first, bliss was found in ignorance. The land of green stretched out and we reclined in its arms. I don’t suppose the days blurred and sleep came readily.
But the endless grey days began to mount. Feeling out-of-body and out of mind began to number in their intensity. These moments are beginning to hover over the hours, like a dark cloud perpetually raining down its fury.
The days were revolving, and there was not a day that passed without some sort of quiet regret. Convoluted thinking, melancholy dreaming, an imminent saddening.
We wept out our strength and made another plan.
Terribly practical and no knots in the stomach this time. A strong plan, you see.
The open road is going in the other direction this time.
We walked these streets in the land of green but it never felt like home. Never felt right. We miss the land of our daughter’s birth. We miss the way the sun sets on the ocean. We miss the air.
So we held hands, we grasped prayers, we held onto faith.
And we are jumping.
Because it’s bold.