We can't all be poets. We can't all tease out the profound from the ordinary and throw it up in a few lines to reveal hidden beauty. But. We can all, every one of us, every once in a proper rare while, sit in front of a window, in an airport hotel room, and watch the rain. And feel...ripples of something profound in the ordinary.
It is times like these, where I know that no matter how far I get from the so called somewheres of the world, there will always be amazing things to see and do, if I'm just willing to keep moving and keep my eyes open.
Tomorrow, I will be in Japan.
Tonight, I sit and feel the thunder.
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Obviously you have inherited the writing talent that seems to run though our genes...looking forward to reading more as your journey continues! Sorry I missed your party...but 800 miles is just too far to drive...at least more than once a summer
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