Gentle steam lifts, lazy, whirling to the ceiling above. You hold a warmth in your hands, the drink fueling the glow in your chest. On the road, in your room, somewhere or nowhere in between. In this moment, time has no dominion. Our oppressive world, lost in chaos and turmoil, reaches far and wide to eclipse the horizon's of hopes and dreams. But here, now, just for a moment, there's respite. A peace, a serenity. A calm voice, a soft sound. It cannot last forever, but for a moment, the tranquility can live timeless. My thoughts and feelings lay adrift here, walking the path in that gray haze. Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gh5/support