by Timothy Alexander
The sun has yet to peek over the horizon. The air is still. My world is silent by choice; by focus. The streets are bare bones on the bed of the earth. I look past the atmosphere searching for it…Ahh! There’s one. A single star shimmers on its black velvet drop.
I smile slightly because I’m grateful that my eyes can still see the beauty of the universe. It’s funny, the things that I’ve taken for granted, and how they play an integral part of my life now. It hasn’t always been this way.
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