Space Dust

What do I have if nothing but radiating love and affection for my family? And they for me.

The waves are reciprocal. Emanating from each individual, forming one, glowing, impenetrable system of solar dust.

We share more than a name, more than memories.

Or is it less?

Maybe not less, just more simple. A common yearning to share space and time, to laugh and to cry. Together. Our arms reach out into the abyss, grasping; like the rings of Saturn.

That is what we share. That is all we have.

My chest fills with this thought. My breath is devotion to them, above all else.