Where we start.

And then the darkness lifts,
and here I am, on a gentle green slope leading to what must be a cliff-edge
for ahead of me lies the sea. The Sun is low in the sky, light so bright that it
burns the sky around it silver-gold. White clouds stream in
its direction, like ships heading out over a vast ocean,
setting out for their destination.

I feel like I wish to join them,



but not just yet; my destination is not yet clear.


Peace,
and a sense of calm. A gentle breeze touches
my skin. The atmosphere is relaxing; the air neither too
warm nor too cool. I breathe it all in;
I feel part of it, indistinguishable from the
world around me. What will be will be.

I cannot sense you here, but I know that you are close.

The grass is soft and springy, the rocks in the ground outlined in sunlight.

Do we exist in our own right, or are we phantoms in the thoughts of others, with the potential to exist in any place and at any time, but only realised when observed (or called
into being) by the consciousness of others?

Isn't that what they say
particles are like?

If this is true, then do we exist in all states at all times? Are you simultaneously far away, and standing right behind me, about to lean over my shoulder
and whisper in my ear?
This thought gives me comfort. It is how I think of you now.
I know you will be here soon, but I am happy to wait.
What will be will be.
I smile to myself as I watch the Sun creeping slowly closer to the horizon; casting soft light over the cliff at the edge
of a beautiful sea.