I have wrestled with myself; wings perched in air—moving towards my finite end.

I have held the lofty heights of my imagined dreams in castle clouds of ember hues…

On bent knees, I read the journaling from my romantic youth, embarrassed by the haughty nature of innocence.

I have played my requiem on repeat as I watched the sun set into the endless sea’s horizon.

I am grateful for so much. In infinite LOVE I was created and blessed to share such a story with so many…

Summer will turn and I will settle into the path of falling, brown leaves. For now…

I will enjoy the summer.