There - on the other side of here - is somewhere.

That - over there and beyond - is this.

So much that can be said about being right here.
In this in between.
The early morning fog and mist.
The blue and the green. The darkness and the light. The lost and the found.

I arrived here wanting only to feel this sweet earth.

I find myself here. Still. Centered and grounded. In the endless possibility of the vast unknown.

It's there.
And that.
And this.