Ash

13th August, 2022 Spent the last days of summer sitting on top of a hill, looking at the white windmills. I love how they spin under the slow weekday breeze. Do they ever stop? I've never come across a windmill that had stopped spinning before. Even if it's for a brief moment. Then I think of the number of forevers I've come across in this lifetime. Do you believe in forevers? Why did humans come up with that word, if not to be disappointed by an impossible hope? Perhaps we all just need the comfort of an illusion to believe in. Windmills were born to make being the wind more meaningful. The same way we all have beating hearts. They beat no matter what. But when you figure that there could be a big, big, non-scientific reason for what they beat for, who they beat for, it's just... nice. To you, who exist somewhere in the universe, where our fate lines have yet to meet. You will be the big, big, non-scientific reason my heart skips. And I wrote this to leave a note for the future. For you to know how much I like windmills. I'd like to watch one with you one day.