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This rainy darkness
The sun has not yet risen
Pursue excellence
There’s so much to accomplish early in the day. Before others are awake and the manic vigor rages forth. I love this time of day, when potential feels unlimited. When I’m bounded solely by my ambition.
What’s your favorite time of day?
Concrete broken to dust
A megalith vanishing
History fading
Under the cold sun
The welcomed sunlight warms me
Amidst bitter cold
As they reach downwards
Gravity’s and cold’s teamwork
Strange tranquility
More snow has fallen
The ground covered with stillness
Echoes of my past
We had another snowfall yesterday. I love the snow covered earth. A sense of peacefulness fills me. I remember the many snowy days from my youth. Joyous moments; sadness at the losses that brought me here.
As we’re preparing
For Seattle’s next snowstorm
We embrace humor
I look at the night
Upon freshly fallen snow
I’m struck by the grace
It’s a beautiful, snowy night here in Seattle. It feels wonderful, though I dread tomorrow’s commute.
On a winter’s walk
As darkness approaches me
Loving the sky’s glow
Am I more broken?
How does one compare such things?
I can hear the rain
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