Not today;
today I have few words
and less time.
The sun has set –
a green glow still lingers in the west
but another day has rolled past.
We all keep going, though,
gathering speed as we twirl
through the darkness
trusting that tomorrow
the sun will rise,
hoping that tomorrow
we might pause for breath,
believing that tomorrow
the light will return
once more.
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So apropos
Thank you.
hoping that tomorrow
we might pause for breath,
Let’s keep reminding one another to do that. 🙂
Breath? What’s that?
I have enough work for 3 people and I have 2 weeks to get it done before a huge high-level meeting I’m solely responsible for. Good news is I then go to the Dominican for friends’ wedding – I guess that’s where I breathe 🙂
Oh, shoot. Extended emergency mode. 🙂 Hang in there.
Thanks! Made it to the evening. Small mercies 🙂