…I was free.

This world; us people—we are a mad mess.

We’re prideful and so apt to not back away, back down, when the fires are burning. And we don’t seem to mind who gets burned.

We just stoke them higher, believing we’ll walk away unscathed if we direct the fire away from us.

But sometimes, the Light shines through brightly at the dawn of a new day, and the Hope it brings ripples through the whole twenty-four.

And I am grateful for those whose company I’m invited into: to share The Real for one full loop of the sun.