The last time I was here, I held three thousand dollars in my hands. The world counted every bill to me, one at a time, in the form of the people I loved as they laughed and sang and drank and played and laughed and I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful song than the slow syllables of the numbers.
The last time I was here, I was setting sail into the horizon and the climb before me was doomed against my arrival. My sails billowed in the heavy gusts of my confidence and the currents seemed to sweep me towards the mountain before me with no care that I may crash on the shore.
The last time I was here, I held the hand of a princess, it’s true! I swear it! And she looked at me with eyes that made me a proud warrior upon the plains, a grand wizard upon his tower, a noble king upon my throne. We danced a ballroom dance and weaved magic that lit up the night and foresaw no ending just as do the characters in a fantasy novel.
The last time I was here, there was no ache, no break, no future to make. We were as infinite as time itself and we were a Pantheon, ready to play with the mortals below the clouds. We heaved lightning bolts with whispers and created miracles with no effort at all.