somewhere in the middle

Thus begins the search ...

The middle, such an undefined locale. With no beginning and certainly no end.

And in all reality, neither two exist.

Just as a ship sets sail, the vision of it's departure remains a collection.

For a goodbye, what a perplexing scramble of words; never quite tangible and never really gone.

Yet, how lucky we are to have something that makes saying goodbye so painful.

Changing what is left, without knowing what might become, then calling it good.

So we continue searching, as was our first intentions.

Love these faces.