On the way home

Visions

I spent all day chasing the impossible.

And then, on the way back home, there were two guys on the radio playing acoustic guitar and singing.  I parked the car and switched off the lights and sat back in the seat.  And they set me floating across the water rocking on waves gently rolling to the persistent slacking of the halyard against the mast in the summer evening breeze, and I sat like that for a while listening.

And they told me, in different words that meant something else, that you can chase the impossible and you won’t catch it because it’s what it is. But if you chase it, precious things will keep happening on the way.

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