Renewal

Sometimes you don’t realize the layer of dust that builds up on the heart…the road grime of the daily plod. You don’t realize it until on a whim, you wander. Just for a little while, you wander to some place just because beauty is there. Once there, it’s like cold mountain water washing dust from your eyes and refreshing your throat.

You stand there and soak it in. You breathe. Something creative in your brain awakes again and stumbles from its hiding place into the sun. You simply ponder the extent to which you did not realize how parched you had become; and now, you are satisfied.