Distance Lends Enchantment

“Distance lends enchantment...” They say distance lends enchantment and true love weathers all seasons; but, sometimes I wonder whether the distance becomes obscured by changing winds and billowing clouds. And what is distance anyway? True, it’s the long way home, the love on the end of a phone, a plane ride to passion; but, sometimes, it’s the pastures new, greener grass, tall growing poppies that builds the dusty miles between us. Sometimes, too, the saddest estrangement is more the realisation that roads fork and curve apart or that this road does not lead to a rainbow’s end. But it’s not the end of the world: to have stood close by as summer and winter heat and cool affection and desire, is the very stuff of life. If there are storms in your soul, if your emotions undulate like a switchback (or the road through the hills); then count your blessings, for you can be a long time dead when you’re living.