indiscretions

From the wine dark hills atop the valley of Hudson three riders rode, ridding themselves verily of all discretions, galloping wholeheartedly to town centre with a message of love."Gone shall be the nightly sweat-soaked toss and turn" said they."Gone shall be the slow burn of melancholy that sits at the bottom of each new glass," said they."Gone shall be the shy red-faced glimpse across the subway platform toward yer possible future.""Hang on to your ego and then some. Wholeheartly proclaim to the hills that which you have seen beyond these mountains. You have seen the time to come, the time that is, and the time that may well have never been.""Raise a ham-fisted glass to the heavens and shout with us: I am free, I am me, and I shall never walk alone. A time may come when all shall be wrenched away without as much as a by-your-leave. For now, steep yourself in Indiscretion. Drink long and thirstily of this cup. Think long and hard and release. Take in all that you see and hear and smell and taste and touch, for soon it all shall pass."The riders three happily surveyed their surroundings seeing that it was good and were gone, consumed by the wine dark hills where soon the trumpets would sound.