The wind is blowing up something cold and delicious tonight. Standing and facing it makes me feel alive. I want it in a mason jar to drink until I'm full. This is out of reach. Kind of like the deepest deep. Insignificant because it's so vast. Becoming something unimaginable. The music of leaves running on the pavement. Holy moments, a sacred breathing body. The growth of that which can only be good. Hope surging.
Watching this play out before my eyes.
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