Let us not forget we are all spinning together, one group on this Tilt-a-Whirl in the eternity of space. We are here together, and what happens to one of us happens to all of us. We are one face with one set of eyes, staring into the darkness together, searching for and chasing the light. We are one set of lungs, breathing the same air, hoping it is fresh. Let us link arms and hold hands and feel the lightning strike connection that unites us. Let us zoom out on our viewpoints, see ourselves from planets, from moons, and see how we reduce from billions, to one. This is our home, this is our family, let us love.
Slow rides on slow roads with lazy conversations to fill the air. I miss warm days with the two best people, I miss the sound of music floating through the air. Bring me back to the dirt roads and squeaky van, back to the simple calm.
If you aren’t listening to my buddy @gregoryalanisakov you’re doing something wrong. His is some of the best music around, and it’s waiting for you. Give him a follow.