A conversation with someone who both sees me and challenges me to grow. . .
is sunlight on my face.
A potential opportunity I had not considered (or expected). . .
is the fresh air I am craving.
The jolt of energy I felt when it happened. . .
is the soil turning over, ready for spring planting.
That moment of clarity. . .
reveals new perspective on the landscape before me.
Officially being on Spring Break (as of 3:30 this afternoon). . .
is wide open spaces
to think about everything.
The fact that it is (finally) warm enough to write this slice outside at the coffee shop. . .
is the kind of symmetry that I love as a writer.