A compromise that condones good will. For the short term, good? For the long term, undetermined.

What seemed like a mountain was really a blip. The details wouldn’t be remembered. The large hurrah a faint whisper.

There was no direct question asked. No clear answer given. But by the end of the day, you could see a decision had been made.

A song of the soul. A breath in a field. A force of creation.

In an effort to optimize, what made it great was missed. The simplicity. The lull. The Saturday sun.