A new year and the morning frost sparkles as the orange sun rises and the sky glows blue.
This yearI want more like this,
morning walks,
walks of beauty, eyes open,
changing seasons, soaking in,
awe bubbling.
This year
I want moments of connecting souls,
joy and laughter overflowing, brimming,
unfolding,
seeping into my bones.
This year
I want a flourishing, pen flying,
words tumbling out,
being born, being heard,
tended to, brightening
to its full self.
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