The morning began with a robin leading the way,
From birch, to maple, to fig, invisible to me, singing,
My favorite tree! My favorite tree! My favorite tree!
Or so it seemed as I ran in the calm and misty dark,
So it seemed, so it seemed, so it seemed,
Each of us a playful happening,
Like every leaf and star.
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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet
Tags: Birches, Calm, Darkness, Figs, Happenings, Joy, Leaves, Maples, Mist, Play, Robins, Running, Singing, Stars, Trees
William Michaelian 
So much can be garnered from living in each moment. So beautiful, William.
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Thank you. And the beauty of it is, there’s really nowhere else we can be. The future and the past are charming fictions. But living in them can be an exhausting, fruitless enterprise.
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You’re welcome. Yes… we exist as we are within each breath. We cannot capture the one that has already passed and we cannot enjoy the one that is to come til it is ready.
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