Work in progress. It feels good to sit in a coffee shop (except for the people hovering close to my table while they wait for their food).
Where did September go?
It was summer when I went to bed
I woke up to fall.
The calendar reminds me
It’s the anniversary of my birth,
Add another year to the count.
Feels kind of like the day before.
Except for the cards,
And personal birthday goals,
Just another day in the paradise
I call my life.
Living my dreams
Following can I’s with I cans
Climb slow and steady, enjoying the burn.
Feel the rush of going down,
Marvel at how high I can go.
Savorr the flats,
Soak in the scenery,
the abundance of life around me,
Light shifting the shadows..
Stretching, recovering, replenishing, repositioning.
Marking the miles,
to count later.
When memories are all I can handle.