What time is it? 4:30. Its not late. Its early!

We, only for the sake of beauty. A fellow man. My Fellow! Share in a joy and companionship? Can we not? For together, the beaten trails and the meandering through cool meadows. Bring to me the forest, and I shall impart the rain. A picnic of cucumber sandwiches and sweet red wine. A sun beam, warming the hearts of plenty. Fear not the terminus, for the pastoral holds naught but tranquility. Let the leaves rustle and the breeze caress the skin. Let the moment be. Your childhood dances through the minds of your elders, giving them a hope that you cannot share. Your hope is elsewhere. Your hope. Shape the wine in a glass. Shape it whole and drink deeply. There are always others. A soft violence embraces it all, as time eats the children. And always, the banquet brings forth second helpings. I hope it brings some tacos.