|Kevin Flynn (zendude) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2011-09-18 17:57:00
|Entry tags:||kevin flynn, quorra|
Who: Kevin Flynn and Quorra
What: Meetings and explanations.
Where: A monastary in New York state, just outside Rochester.
Flynn sat kua he zuo style on a mat on the porch. It was a meditative pose, but he wasn't meditating at the moment, merely waiting and enjoying his surroundings. He'd created any number of wonders in the Grid, but nothing to his mind as wonderful as this: an autumn day, the leaves a riot of color on the trees, a cool breeze blowing. This was a perfect moment. Perfection, he now knew, was a gift to be cherished and then released, not something to be created.
If only he'd known that years ago, when it all began.
But if he had, he wouldn't have met Quorra. Even in the midst of a person's worst mistakes, there was the possibility of serendipity. It was a thought that brought him peace. As did the thought that he would see her again soon.
Flynn waited. He'd had a lot of practice.