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There’s a silence that creeps steadily towards the awe of dusk. The sky is meshed with unimaginable colors. I suppose that’s why they call it Colorado…😊

I sigh deep to myself – that thing I was waiting for happened. Except, it’s a lot grander than I imagined it would be. It’s one thing to get help with your book or your art…but your entire career?

Warmer days are present. Mid April to late May is magical to me. It’s green, smells sweet, and the temperature is perfect. I’ve mentioned it before, but it’s worth mentioning again.

I dreamt of water lilies, white dresses, and seven green vines. The setting has been wrapped around songs I crave or adore. It’s humid, I can feel my loves warmth. He’s so irresistibly warm.

It’s when I realize I moved elements beyond my comprehension. But I didn’t do it straining my back. This happened when I allowed, when I created because it was healing and soothing.

I’m happy for this, and I wonder if I’ll remember the path I chose opposite of what was taught. It’s not as narrow, or death defying. I’m not consumed by looming failure and competition. Petals of pale pink fall gracefully before my feet, the sweet aroma of lilies and lilacs dust into the air. I am surrounded by iridescence and calm.

This path suits me.