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Sitting in the Park
My thoughts are slow, dormant, effort is required to dredge my brain for cohesion.
It’s a beautiful day, sunshine and blue skies but shadows in my mind roll over, like storm clouds, heavy with rain.
I can see the path, both literal and figurative. I know how to navigate this trail. Hope is a glimmering snow fall on the far away mountains.
I’ll get there…
With peace and a plan.
©️ Juliette Turrell