I had gone walkabout in Portugal with a man I did not know and two beings who will forever more be only shadows in my mind.

Stealing Locomotives and listening to Satie.

Ending up in castles having heart to hearts with angels, finding out what matters and what’s a waste of time.

Not realizing where I was or how I got there.

It had started mid stream, in the middle of a scene, and in the end I was left alone to decipher what seemed to be a dream.

And in the middle of the dialogue with an angel clad in mail, sitting on a rock as if it was the most normal of things, I realized as his smile turned up at the corners of his mouth, that I could not touch my wife in the bed that I was in and I could not hear the steady breath of my son invade the wall.

It was then that I came to realize the shifting ground upon which I stood. His piercing stare and silence like the breath of new born doves told me all I needed to know…my next steps, thoughts and deeds would either bridge the gulf and bring me back on a span of my own making or I would drift off forever into a foggy world made up of mournful notes played by unseen hands and sung by ghostly voices.

I made my choice……