Three moments. I am moving fast. Way faster than I'd like. Treading, still, my own heavily trodden trails, I catch myself dreaming of unfamiliar roads, sights unseen and new worlds beyond the bend -- but this one is becoming new again right in front of me. The trees are thicker tonight than this morning; clean limbs, grown fuzzy in the time that I was away. Like the fall when the season goes so quickly in reverse, this spring thing that I've been waiting for can't last long. I pray for time and presence of mind to be here and the grace not to will it away. Somehow I need to figure out how to make every moment feel like sunrise, like the smell of freshly turned earth, like reaching limbs ... like a blossom.
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