poetry

somehow

somehow
less urgent
less rushed
chaos gentled
somehow
less bright
less vibrant
edges now softened
somehow
less overwhelming
less consuming
each breath settled
somehow

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a view from my walk

Even though it’s a chore to walk to work, it’s tempered by the quiet beauty of the morning. When else could I really see the way the sun lights up the sky as it rises? It’s calming and lovely.

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