1222

Sitting in quiet reflection

Every moment closer to equilibrium

I take another sip of tea.

1221

Chance, as a coin tossed,

Ever a pair of outcomes

One hoped for, one dreaded

And when alone

Only temporary,

For it’s just a matter of time

Before it finds a hand to rest in.

1220

Winding westward, following Phoebus

His stamina starting to wear as he wears his crown of light

Everywhere clouds, a wash of white.

1219

Words shared in the dark

Learning and exploring

A long time coming.