Anyone who grew up near the water knows the wild, untethered dance of water, knocking you down, spinning your ankles skyward and sending you tumbling, churning, seeking breath as sand scratches, burning against your back.
You can pry a flower open only to have its petals fall apart. Or you can plant, water, sing to, love on and shine upon a bud and just wait for that glorious bloom. That is true strength, after all, the patience in one’s breath, the willingness to nurture and permit, the allowance of time.
November 2018 will forever be the month I lived towards.
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