Departure and Arrival
Sometime in the past Time has departed. It split into two little creeks and floated through space. Each stream had its own pace. One was unpredictable, turbulent, and brisk. It conquered spectacular peaks of mountains and plunged into abysmal depths of gulches rushing though all possible crevasses and humps of space in between. Another one was rolling unhurriedly through hills and valleys hugging thin blades of grass, savoring flowers’ nectar, drinking sparkling air, and carrying slivers of sunshine.
Many years and lives have passed.
One day rambunctious creek recalled about his sibling and thought how far behind that unfortunate slow fella might be. He decided to check on him and changed his path.
One day the appreciative creek recalled about his sibling and thought how far ahead that crazy fast fella might be. He decided to check on him and adjusted his path.
Two creeks have met, neither one appearing sooner or late, nor being ahead or behind, but at the quaint time when Time has arrived.
