The world tells stories. We just have to listen or see. They are stories of what we wish was true. That the same beauty will always last. That sorrowful moments will make us change. And that our world can relive its glory.
While I was walking around looking for a shot, I saw a story the world wanted to share. It is of a loving friend, clinging to the edges of reality. Then he slips; and in his fantasy, all is still calm. Even in the blowing winds of change.