Part of my
...last writing assignment...
was to
...gain sensory input...
slow down
experience what
...is happening...
around me
...take a...
"field trip"
...of sorts...
I went to
...a local park...
and
I sat
...on a rock...
by
...a pond...
and
...did nothing...
for a few minutes
...took in my surroundings...
and then
broke out the journal
and
...wrote...
...nothing that I will share here...
but
it felt good
to be out
on such a
beautiful
...albeit confused...
winter day
that
felt
...much like spring...
Writing is so
...therapeutic...
and then
...so is nature...
...puts things into perspective...
...alters your point of view...
I came home to
...these...
...growing in my yard...
not weeds
but
...wishes...
now scattered
by the wind
and
I am left with
...hope...
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