In those seconds before we were parted and delivered, each to our own destination, we clasped hands and promised one another we would find each other again.
Life is a slowly creaking wheel, plunging into the depths and out again, even as the river flows so quick and free. The wheel captures and heaves, lifts up and dumps down.
And yet hearts and souls reach across distance, across great expanses of air and water and time. We do not remember our promise, but when faced with its evidence, our consciousnesses crack open and spill their contents. When I see you and you see me, the river flows backward and enlightenment becomes ours to hold as we are returned, even briefly, to the place where we began, that Well of Souls.