Do we really appreciate what we have around us?
For weeks I've been frightened of having to go back to Washington, for fear of chemtrails, for fear of losing my friends, for fear of moving away from my hometown of almost 19 years now. So it goes, I must go back to Washington, I do have to leave my beloved San Diego, my adored California - and though I hold that fear, though I feel numb and cold and afraid, I must thank it for opening up my eyes.
I see the gorgeous lights of the city, twinkling, pulsating with life. Rain falls like starlight, the night sky a rich blue against the dark shadows of the buildings.
The ocean water is like liquid silk, caressing feet and ankles, pillowed by soft sand and crisp ice-cold air.
I see green trees and grass springing up from rich soil, teeming with energy, joyously singing, living, encouraging us to do the same.
I hear laughter, I hear crying, I hear heavenly music in the silence.
I see, and hear, beauty.
Papillon
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