This is nice, switchgrass in the rising sun, coyotes howling in the distance, I’m sitting with insistence, forcing myself to stop, to slow down, look around, in the morning glow, in crunchy snow, sitting on a boulder, aware everyday I’m getting older, thinking about the past and how it feels so fast, and so I cling to the present moment, with conscious intent

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