1.
Sometimes in deep quiet, clarity announces a fresh start and you have suddenly lost five pounds of worry and weight.

This is not that time.

Sometimes in the shower, sometimes late at night, in this sometime of now you are sitting in your bare yard, among weeds and tattered sky, sidelining a holiday of collective cheer.

2.
How did we get here?
Muddled for answers, questions become conversations that may never end.

3.
You’re looking for a different way to speak, you’re looking for beautiful things, impossible things, things to hold and touch, mountains and memories, stories and seasons to gather and release. You are looking for safety, for things that matter, like early in the year, early in the morning, late in the day, late in life, things you can never really know

when the screech of rockets red glare scatters your solace and you cannot remember the clear plans you had just yesterday on that long even drive beneath blue skies, along wide river, when the day welcomed you like an old friend and everything seemed more possible than you could believe.

4.
And now, jangled and jittered, there is nothing but a dark night, a blank page, and a gusty wind that could change your life.

5.
Tell me again, what does independence mean?

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