Realizing that…

The making of a life

Can sometimes look like remnants of daily happenings piled together beside me on the couch

warmth seeping into my skin on a cold day

His hand reaching for mine

Rivulets of water running down the street in search of broad rivers after being frozen in winter

It is mud, earth, and seeds.

Regardless, it is hope on the breeze despite a destination. 

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