My children mock me because it’s October and I already have the holiday music station already playing. But I say the season is too short. I’ve been reflecting on the why. I think it’s about that sense of home.
And then I was cleaning out my phone and came across this note (written as part of the Writing 101 challenge which included a profusion of poems that never made it here but are scattered across random mediums):
I know a place where “can’t” is profane,
Where small steps become journeys,
And possibilities are endless.
That’s what keeps me training and what brings me back here, time and again, even after long absences.