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yellow desert flowers

Last May, I finally walked the arroyo in the neighborhood. The gravel gully led to this very concrete channel where plants insist on taking root in every available crack. I now regularly stroll thorough this arroyo, feeling the microseasons. It's my path of centering.

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This afternoon we walked a couple loops around the local elementary school. The second time, boy decided to ride his bike. He swept circles through the parking lot, his teal jacket basking in the golden haze of an almost setting sun.

This is a time of utter chaos that will eventually reach us 2,400 miles out from its epicenter.

But today was a perfect day.

As I’ve matured, I’ve realized that we never get to live our dreams (life is much too mundane for our wild imaginations). That's OK, this dour realization has freed me to savor such fleeting moments.

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