"Just," the wind and clouds considered the sound and meaning of the human utterance. Against a blue sky in the middle of the rain season, the gentle wind and ambling clouds had time for a bit of philosophy.
"Does it mean there are better circumstances to embrace then. If a human says 'Just this much more, or just one minute there' does it mean something's missing?" The clouds weren't used to minutia.
The wind was in a tolerant mood and enjoyed the spaciousness of the questions. Having no particular destination at the moment Wind offered this, "Just" seems to be a human place holder.
"Place holder?" This would take some doing to make sense.
The golden wagon's location was just that sort of place holder. Though it wasn't much of a move to most human eyes, to the beings who have watched the two aging humans the move was far enough yet still within reach. They could be sniffed with little trouble. With a bit of effort climbing up a tree would give Squirrel or Chipmunk a familiar site. From the sky, the Stars and especially The Milky Way could see that all wounds were now bared, the gaping holes and shadows not so hidden from themselves. The new neighbors, Cedar and Hemlock felt the shadows reflect those wounds giving Old Sal and Old Sam substance, character, something.
"The move was just enough then?" Cloud was getting the picture.
"Yes, just so," nodded Wind as the two companions hovered in the air stream before being swept up for somewhere else.
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