‘Good Morning,’ said the warm friendly voice in her headset.
Keen intellect. Intuitive empathy. Quiet vulnerability.
They both shared a childlike conviction – in azure skies, vibrant rainbows, mythical creatures.
Smiling, she turned up the volume. Her voice calm as she articulated her plans.
For one enchanted moment across continents, the Sun and Moon cast their languorous incandescence in complete harmony.
Confluence / kɒnflʊəns / Noun
An act or process of merging. Often used to talk about the coming together of factors or ideas, or of cultures in a diverse city
Be you, my child.
Love, with all your heart.
Trust. Be trustworthy.
Set your standards real high.
You’ll see emotions and principles on barter in the name of success, fame or money.
And don’t lose faith.
Know that every Hero who’s on display needs someone
You be that person – that ‘someone’.
Listen objectively, speak your mind, do not judge, never betray.
No matter what.
That takes immense strength of character.
And soon, without even realizing it, you become your own Hero.
Not the one on public display.
Nor the one that’s surrounded by frenzied fickle fans.
Nor the one who’s paid the price to a point of no return
You become that Hero who stays true to himself.
The real one.
Against all odds.
The beach lights were colorful twinkling specks down below, she could no longer hear the music.
She blinked, trying to see his face behind the wispy night clouds.
Blue eyes. Curly mop of brown hair.
‘Hmm, so Mr. Moon is a tall handsome romance-novel hunk! Wait till the girls find out!’
She floated free as she weightlessly exited the Earth’s atmosphere.
The old man whistled a cheerful tune as he gathered up tiny purple balloon bits strewn across the sand. He looked up at the clear morning sky, shielding his eyes against the sun.
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