directions

Point A to Point B may be quickest following along the path of straight line, but folks in an unabashed search for the secret of life may find the road is best wandered upon like two side-by-side trails of a pasture lane upon a rolling field of purple clover, previously traversed by wayward ancestors, sometimes lost in the grey morning fog, then brilliant like an undisturbed brushed masterpiece in a clearing, and beyond that, hidden in a vale, a white church needing a coat of paint, with a crumbling wishing well echoing deep tonal notes of falling pebbles into cool green water below, and the gravitational force of slow circling of one another, the pulse quickens, at last arm in arm up the three steps to the heavy wooden black doors. And you're there.