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Off day. We are climbing mountains; not just metaphorically.
The wind has picked up along the shore. Light on the bay
is silvery again. We push ourselves through some moments
and are pulled by circumstance through others. If every
moment were bliss; how then to know the difference?
I see a good friend with perspective of years and notice
how he colors the past with the rose of time. We conquered
a small peak with our puppy today for the first time. He did
much better than we thought he might. Lem has added much
to our relationship. With love, and a silvery light in our hair,
as we walk together along the shore of this place in life,
one hopes for many off days and many moments to color
with bliss, the roses of time, while climbing metaphors
in search of balance.
14Sept/2020
Mark W. Ó Brien
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