Stars

Stars.

Constellations.

Wherever I go, I see Orion.

I find a consolation in it.

Something to hang-on to.

Something that connects me with the universe.

And with other people, because they also recognise Orion!

And the wind is good.

Coming from somewhere, going somewhere, caressing me on the way.

Saying hello.

Touching and going.

Refreshing my skin, my body, my mind.

Not staying.

Impermanent.