To the same place again: is a jinx, a placebo, a sign, or a déjà vu. You missed the one sitting together, you exhausted all the what-ifs you can ever think of, you wandered, you wander, you hop into the cold hot water. Just the million stars, you wonder, if it’s a mirage or it’s still there.

I think it is what it is. He, she, we; cloudy, rainy, windy; trot, canter, gallop; Imagination, life is your creation.