There is something simple and lovely about watching purple clouds dusted with pink drift across an ash blue sky above green trees that will soon turn gold. They drift in cool air that will soon turn cold. Approaching the cusp of a changed season.
Today I stumbled into the complex realization that several of what I've considered to be foundational components of myself no longer hold...
This evening I found myself in a park by my little town's busiest intersection, turning my face to the breeze, watching the grass blades...
Today my contradictions weighed heavy on my mind... My love for mornings VS drooped eyelids and contempt for a late-rising sun. My...
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