Summer’s Twilight

He sat and heard the crickets chirp

He waited and saw the fireflies dance

The sun set and he felt a breeze

His hand gripped the Earth, dirt cascading from his fingers to the gentle grass.

He took a deep breath and smiled, as he knew summer was at an end.

Slow going but going

Hi all, it’s been a while. I’ve taken a bit to step back and fall into my own. How is my life? I’d say meh at the moment. I’m reconnecting with my older self and seeing how that mixes with the new. Highs are highs, lows are lows. I’m learning to take deep breaths and sorting through the junk. I’ve written and rewritten this a thousand times. Will this draft stick? We shall see.

A ramble? Perhaps. But ain’t nothing wrong with a ramble. I have 3 goals at the moment; make lists, set deadlines, and keep a fantastical workspace. It’s been nice to reach and be at peace. All rules are gone and I’m letting life happen (in theory). In reality, I’m somewhere between a hot mess and someone who has their shit together. And you know what? I’m OK with that. More articles to come, but for now I just wanted to dip my feet back into the writing waters and to simply put it, write. Thanks for reading and for the love of God if I set deadlines perhaps I will have fun articles down the road.

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