I have a story

There was once a seeker of all things strange.

His heart yearns for the oddest place and anything that shines peculiarly weird.

His thirst for the unusual leads him to a nomadic life.

One day he’ll be standing at the only spot where the rain never falls or drinking sweet tea among strange-talking men while admiring the lightest feather of all feathers.

He was comforted. It was a life of his choosing. That is until one day.

It was a stormy night.

The wind was out to play.

The coldness was as sharp as a paper cut.

He was seeking shelter in a dingy corner of a local pub under a dimmest light bulb when a four feet storky lady walks up to him and whispers the words that will turn the tides of his life.

“Find the purest love of all”

And so he did.

He looked at the eyes of a mother who just gave birth.

And found pure, not the purest.

He felt the heartbeat of a young boy’s first love for a lass.

And found pure, not the purest.

He watched the loyalty of a wolf’s heart to his mate.

And found pure, not the purest.

Many moons past,

and doubt begun to set in -

“Does it exist?”

To be continued…