Your little white tent is pitched farther on.

Companioned by those you love the best, so the vast concourse moves forward, so your little white tent is pitched farther and farther on, nearer and nearer to your rightful home. And in a little while—a little while—as you look back over the road you have travelled, and marvel that so much has been covered, so much that you overlooked, so much that you never realised you had traversed at all.

Dietmar Rabich | CC BY-SA 4.0