Thursday, May 2, 2013


Full sensory experience.

Quiet moments, sitting alone on my porch in the middle of a city, facing a peaceful park space with trees in full spring greenness. Birds chirping. The smell of new living punctuated by car emissions. Alone with my thoughts, regardless of a million distractions.

Happiness and contentedness mingling with sadness and the potential of failure. Realization of all that I can, all that I will, and all that can not and will not.

Stay. Go.

I wonder, I wander.