Coconut Grove i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

he hummed softly in sympathy, knowing too well the kind of sorrowful liberation that came from solitude. but they weren't alone now, were they? pleasure to meet you, canyon, he responded, smiling. for now, i'm just exploring. seeing what's out here. trying to find a place to settle down, eventually. if he ever did. sometimes he wondered if staying untethered for the rest of his life was simply best.

no attachments, no sentiments, no feelings. . .

just ignorant, carefree bliss.

could say the same for you, govinda remarked, raising a brow. just passing through, as well?