Running out of gas on a deserted road.
The sound of footsteps going away.
Hanging up the phone.
Melting snow.
The last straw.
Down the drain.
End of the line.
The wind,
then,
no wind.
A big, empty space,
empty;
room for everything.
Ashes do not return to firewood.
(Note: The words. ‘Ashes do not return to firewood.’ is a quote from 13th cent Japanese Zen Master Dogen)
