Mindful glances and dizzying views these roads are many locking into each other weaving hearts and breaths. Laughter and clatter bemusing trails of wavelengths and faded hues. Lifting spirits and drowning woes the air is heavy colourless and disguised silently behind watching us wander. Lusting heavy are the dark pathways of the night here, casting slumbering shadows over misty eyes. The highs of these scapes are inescapable confronting and decoding our internal muck and grind. The soft dust nestled under each step settles along chanting pebble foes, dislodging and comforting the terrain. What once was oceanic desolation is alive under the sun yet the water flows through bodies molten with red and held together with fluorescent bones. These people shine with glimmering pupils expanding and contracting with the skies above. An urgency in their tone and excitement to be defined by word or banter a gathering of comfortable nomads, there is a home. Beating and thundering to the call of their lives a cycle of mindful glances and dizzying views. Moving across the echo of yesterday, forgotten pathways and frozen rock of another time.
