Day 75: Stars

Diving through driving winds and rising back again through clouds allows little doubt to the beauty of now. The ultimate way out is always up and since you can fly just take off, erupt at the sound of the bells.

Before this minute lived moments of glory and mornings with stories unforgettable. Those are at your core, put away in a safe, stored for the decisions of the hours ahead. The final hours have the finest hour in which truth and power are transparent. The apparent need for this growth can be seen and will shine at the very moment it seeds.

So close yet so part of this minute. The time is closing to this season of darkness, stars are not as far as they seem.

Remember the good times,
Julian