I thought a lot about dying today. First, in not really in any particular way...and then in every way my mind would let me to explore. And then I thought a lot about living. About all the beauteous pieces and screaming shards of life that run around us as we sit and try to soak in the last bit of day. Standing up, misty breath shroud our steps. Thinking about how its easy to feel alone even while surrounded by loved ones, each smiling face feels a little too far away to reach you, to reach what's going on with you-in you-but you know they're all trying. So, you smile and keep walking, as you work to enjoy each rolling step- uphill or down- you're still moving forward.
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