What Forever Could Mean

Time seemed not to pass, caught up in sunshine and nature sounds. Silence was only time to think, and conversation fuel for the fire.

When the clock reminded us that we had places to be, we sighed, and shifted reluctantly. At that moment, forever seemed like it would be easy to achieve.

But we yielded to the clock, as we knew we must, swimming ashore into time's grip, passing indoors to society. The lights became fluorescent, and the fire guttered out, the silence as oppressive as a shroud.

Should we glance out the window, however, we would see the edge of what forever could mean.