How many times do we wish to reinvent ourselves?
To start again?
To be the master, or would it be, the mistress, of the past?
How many times, do we long to stand atop the tallest point, and scream, from our hearts, I meant well?
The snow allows us to begin again,
in unexpected ways.
It blankets our paths,
daring us to set foot again,
and to watch also,
where we step.
Today, the snow has blessed us.
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Just wants to make your feet dance, doesn’t it Grace?
Peace.
I seem to want to reinvent myself with every sunrise. Does that count? LOL
GREAT post…full of Truth and Light