To Love a Mortal

It is not so stark a distance, the time between a minute and a year. Winters and summers pass without nod or smile, yet camaraderie suffers nothing of the pains of the soil. Standing in the eye, a flawless circle from here to here as the calm lashes down at us. Encompassed - completely devoured - everything looking in from spiraling destruction. Never a flinch. Never the necessity of reassurance. Only cool, cool knowledge that this storm will brew its droplets again and again, all eternity.