It’s nearly dusk when I arrive at the woods. I wander aimlessly. At the forest’s edge, a bee hums. Grass rustles against the body of an invisible animal, and the bows of a pine whine against the wind. I can feel potential images tugging at me. They’re pearlescent, taunting, half-formed things - here one minute, gone the next.
Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
SUNDAY TEAM COLLAB!
“It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.” - Neil Gaiman
I’ll leave you with Gaiman today, because my own musings on the remarkable strength of fragile things will just sound like too much repetition. I will say this, love is one of the strongest and yet most fragile things out there. Love is worth all of the marbles. Happy Sunday friends!
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