It's not always clear, which path to take.
It's there in front of me, I can't see it.
But I feel it.
My best moments of clarity have followed my worst moments of feeling lost.
Hannah and I go walking sometimes.
She walks slower than I.
And if I walk slower
she walks
even slower.
I'm learning to adjust my pace.
I'm learning to feel the space
between the leaves
of flowers and trees.
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