"Hope"
“Clear. Calm. Flat, calm….not a soul in sight….a rare respite…
To dream & hope, to hope & believe, to feel nothing outside of the current moment…I'm unable to grasp the scale of this beauty within the chaos, yet a smile is fitting.
Click, pause….click, pause….set timer, sit back…click, pause…and smile…finally, a smile…
Does anything that’s truly free actually labor?
There’s no strain in seasons…or in the sky…or in these moments. Catharsis. Presence.
A smile shouldn’t be straining or waning. Not under this night; under this sky; a rare respite…a rare, yet sincere, feeling of hope overcomes.
*This* has got to be it. *This* is presence. *This* is hope. It can...