Beauty

For Today

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You can look aheadand reflect on beforewhile keeping your feet plantedfirmly on the floor. The present is a giftfrom the past.A chance to enjoywhat you’ve worked towardsand a chance to make change everlast.

Asymmetry

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In a world imperfect,we cannot expect symmetry.For the curved roads and uneven hillsremind us of unpredictability. The ability of the ground to shakeor the boulders to tumble.Our lives are often guidedby how we clear blocked paths. We’re defined by how we traverse without maps,how we dance without song,by how we carry on.It is anything, but … Read more

Firefly

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I sit on the edge of a dark pier, past the point of where the waves break, the force shaking the pillars more and more each time. Each bulb is a firefly in the sky, twinkling just enough to remind me of why. Why we do what we do, and who we do them for. … Read more

“Slept high up in the Rockies…”

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The spirals in the creek float to the edge only to disappear to reappear as new ones downstream. The sound of the small rapid helps define the peace found here. Hidden below the snow capped peaks, the water strolls through the meadow, icy cold — a perfect reminder that it may be summer, but winter … Read more

Four Years

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It’s incredible to soak it in.The sea of cold sheets blanket us in comfort.In this city we call home,I’ve never felt so lucky. It’s been a long time since my feet last touched the ground.Four years.And I don’t plan on landing back down.Anytime. Ever.

429B

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Three numbers and a letter hang from an old wooden post, the same I used to hang from years ago. They ask me what I remember. I remember everything. Remember the times we’d rest on the tops of the grass, staring up as the leaves fell down around us? Oh, how we’d throw those brown … Read more

Up ahead!

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Sometimes it’s hard to look ahead when the cityscape is clouded in a sheet of gray. Is this where we will remain? But the future’s a funny thing in that if you know what it looks like it may distract from the present and never reveal itself. Don’t look down. Never look down. Feel free … Read more

Too fast?

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The wind whistles underneath the balcony door. I hope it doesn’t wake you. My day ends peacefully when I know you’re sleeping safely. The days seem to blur together lately. I’m the cold wind blowing below a door. Impossible not to stare into the distance, looking for a place to slow down. One day, I’ll … Read more