bobdubbloon

Between the Shore and the Lake

16:02:42 03 Feb, 2025

You stood in the quiet, directing— a lighthouse in the dark, a current beneath still water, a dream half-spoken. And we, eager to meet you there, took up the quest you laid before us, walked to the market to negotiate, shaped our hands into offerings and brought them back to your shore. But the tides had shifted, the cost had risen, direction removed, and the tokens we thought were waiting were already beyond our reach. Not by anger, nor by will, but by paths that did not meet, steps that could not cross. So here we stand, your crew, still seeing the light on the water, still knowing the name we carried, still holding the hope that there is a way back— a way not bound in price or place, but in voices meeting, hands unclosing, bridges spanning bright and wide. We do not ask for what is not ours, only for the space to belong. And if there is room in your lake for the ones who walked toward you, we will walk again.