Serpentine eyes devour the room. Every man and woman is taken in and torn apart. Piece by piece, limb from limb in a most hypothetical fashion. The cold air creeps in and fills the spaces between each of us. Body heat no longer keeps us satisfied, and the vitality slowly dissipates. The room is now void of any remnants of what could have been. It is now a new place with a new feeling because that’s what life does. That’s what humans do. We change, in so many ways. We age and our bodies move along with us, slowly become less agile, more fragile, and we see ourselves in a completely different light. Some fear this change, some ease into it and through it with grace, and others never seem to think about it until the time comes to say hello to the new persona in the mirror. The time has been good for some, not so for others. The serpentine eyes gaze on and on, with a finite focus into what it is the eyes see.

But wait! There’s more. After the loving has passed and the air has cleared, a new wave of animated conversation begins. Arms embrace the space before them. Exaggerated kisses leap from lips to lips. Eyes aglow with passion, burning, focused yet addled, bright yet so dark. Don’t turn away too quickly though. You’ll miss the whole point. It’s not about the images your mind has created nor those painted on the walls all around you. It’s not about the sounds you hear when you’re not listening. It’s only about the truth and nothing more. You don’t have to believe the truth either. It doesn’t matter what we think about it. It is what it is. Like the cloud formations above as you lay quietly on the warm ground, absorbing as much as you can visually, aurally, spiritually..., it’s always changing. But there is one truth that is constant and it never changes and that is change itself. So, there's always more.