How can I – when certain frustrating or bleak situations come to mind – feel my finitude so forcefully?
…cavalierly tossed in a dark and angry sea, my resolve and fortitude capsizing as the crests of doubt and defeat taunt, threaten, and break…
Yet, in a neighboring moment, how can I feel the weight of gratitude pressing on every inch of my skin, squeezing my heart and lungs til I can barely breathe?
The duality as stark as day and night.
So here I am, residing at Dawn.