#brain brr

I do not wish to fear Death. I shall not run when it comes my time. But before that time:

Let us sit on a park bench and discuss things. Let us talk of the weather, and the migrating of the geese. Of the women playing rugby in the field across the road.

Let us go for a drive. In silence, with soft music, a gentle amble down country lanes. Let us fly with the windows rolled down, speed rip racing and roaring gas guzzling and laughing with the radio blared loudloudloud.

Let us walk at night, just Itself and I, beneath streetlights both beacon and broken. Let me ask my questions of the when (when it is time) the how (however it shall be) and the why (a great amorphous shrug).

Let me point a questioning hand to a man, face down in the gutter, and see It Nod and do it's Work. Let me point at a child at play, brow raised in askance, and receive no answer.

Let me point to the moon, to the sun, to the stars and all beyond.

And hear and see and feel and know It:

To You, One Day.

To I, Long Ago

And to hold no fear, to not flee or fight should it coax me closer. To allow it's steady weight upon my shoulder, familiar to me as the expansion of my lungs.

Let us go together not as predator and prey. Not as enemies.

Let us go as the old friends we are.