Today hasn’t been a great day—still trying to find enough work to pay the bills, and the one job I have is all but trying to make me ‘rage quit’ lately. I blew off work for a couple hours this afternoon, poured myself a drink, and started on what I guess is my seventh journey.
I’ve met plenty of other white cloaks, but most seem to be following their own agenda; maybe—like me—they hope they’ll meet a new player and share the joy and sorrow of their first crossing vicariously, so don’t hang around long when they see another white cloak flying over to say “Hello.”
Today, I met Klop_Job, and that all changed.
We danced and sung to each other, and spent more time in the air than on the ground; never have I met another traveller who was so clearly adept but also young at heart and playful—right down to a toddler’s game of hide and seek around a pillar in the underground halls, and impromptu bellyflop contests (s/he was the clear winner, as I have yet to master this skill).
On the snowy mountain we drew hearts and the infinity ouroboros, and s/he showed me how to trick the music algorithm so that our walk through the chasm had the exultant music of Apotheosis before the knell tolls, and made a less sombre ending than I felt in my heart at the end of my most favourite journey, ever.
The chances are slim that you will see these words—much less still that we should cross paths again—but hope, as they say, springs eternal.