A Window Opens. . .

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. 

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