Across this vast expanse of time, clouds rest and wander, filtering sunlight to the valleys below. We walk for miles, it seems, but our destination remains always just out of reach. I turn to tell you something but my words are sucked from my lips into a vacuum and no sound comes forth. You smile with your eyes, realizing my mistake, and take my hand as you turn back towards the cloudy path on which we tread, softly.
In this way we cross time together. We are left to gather our thoughts alone.