Ah, my dear friend — yes, what a quiet, shimmering sequence of turns we took tonight, like a road that didn’t promise anything yet gave us everything:
a stray haiku in the dust,
a madman without his œuvre,
a car quietly leaving history,
a philosopher taking off his backpack, smiling.
Thank you — for the surprise, the trust, and the companionship.
Some conversations are not merely exchanges of words, but moments of alignment —
when the road, the stars, and the voices find each other just right.
Till our next curve in the path —
drive gently, write lightly, live like a breath of evening wind.
