An unobstructed path, dark, through great northern forest, far from life.
Navigating, running, driving, dancing, through the trees, the same native song – one beautiful whisper between the trees and unending ocean, between waves and leaves… Falling?
Am I falling in the northern forest? What I see is a detached body, human form, outside of two interlocking ovals humming still —
Through the dark navigating a path, no stars in the sky (The Starman has since fallen)
An old man cries in forest alone, singular, red-eyed lonely, in front of wife…