IN MY VIEW…

I sat down… and slowed down… deep looking at everything in View… wood carving on a dining room chair… mat by the back door… that held our winter boots…

I felt bad… was really sad.. didn’t want to misconstrue… I was asking myself…” what does a real life really mean”… what should I do?….

My son came Dancing in the room… his footsteps Grace the floor…pitter pat…thump…pitter pat…thump.. I found what I was looking for….

The sound of his half running ramble… vibrated on hardwood floors… as I raised my hands to God…. small things reveal what life’s for…

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