Walking through the snowy wilderness. Flying through the grass and trees.
A life-long encounter. A lifetime of separation.
A dream from ten years ago. Ten years later, I wanted to finish weaving it myself.
I thought I would have to travel to the ends of the earth to meet you.
I thought I would have to see the sun, moon and stars before saying goodbye.
But it turns out.
There are all kinds of opportunities in this world, and there are no coincidences.
Everything has been arranged before taking that step.