fall of intentions

It’s at least once a week that I ask myself, How do they do it? How do (the elusive) they institute change in themselves? How do they allow new rituals and routines into their daily lives? How do they get better? How do they stay there? Well, I’ve finally realized the answer. And it’s that…

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the fall.

Sometimes it’s simply the rustle of leaves swirling along with the rushing wind of a bicycle wheel; the scent of a sticky, humid plastic mask; the taste of a pumpkin-flavored anything. Sometimes it’s a memory of shaved grapes sitting inside an old shoebox with a hole cut out, just big enough for the fingers of…

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dancing in the rain

We were soaked to the bone. Finally stopped to pause and waiting for a ride home under a closed bank’s porch, we couldn’t help but laugh in sorrow as we stripped off our (non) waterproof rain jackets and checked our phones to be sure they weren’t damaged in the mile-long walk through down-pouring rains. We…

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