The rhythm of the gentle breeze triggers a feeling of familiarity. Like the calm before a storm, it evokes a sense of whats to come but in this moment, a question of something felt once before. A paradox, standing at a crossroad of a mirrored path, the same, both forward and behind. And as a single star graces the halcyon sky at dusk, a travelling stranger greets you hello. Though new this friend may seem, you search your memory for the previous exchange of your last goodbye. Like souls intertwined, aged long before this present life, you smile in the simple comfort of their presence. And as you bid farewell, goodbye old friend, you ponder the thought of an inherent history that lives deep within, beyond where your present mind will take you, to the very foundation of your soul. For the past is the backbone of all things created and even though we naturally stray in the rigor of evolution, we are connected by the building blocks of that which will always remain. So for those who are lucky to be bestowed by that which came before, fear not when the path forward may be lost, the answers you need lie deep within along the footprints to a forgotten world.