Floating free, the tenuous threads that keep us bound to the earth, loosed from the hands of loved ones, follow just out of reach.
As our brightly colored effigies are caught in warm thermals, drifting away on gentle breezes, we cling to our past, reluctant to give up so easily. Our ties to the living weakening as time wears on, no matter how desperate we are to stay behind.
Celestial lights and ethereal choirs beckon. Regret and longing fall away, and all that remains are those bonds no power can sever, yet no human can touch.
It’s a glorious day.