Wanderings...

Sometimes, you can't hear the birds sing until you stop and listen for it. After that you can't unhear it and you can't understand why you weren't hearing it before.

I watched the sunset from the library window and wished I was there. Where's there? I haven't found that out yet.

Went for a bike ride at around 11. Realized what a rush it can be to be cold.

Saw a rabbit on the way back. I hope to go back out tonight and try to photograph it.

Here's a poem I wrote a couple years ago after an especially inspiring bike ride.

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"Midnight Ride" ~ Samuel J. Zondervan

I am alone.
At times like this I flee the burning city lights
Of a world that has rejected me.
The cool, spring night air bites my flesh
And fills my lungs.
The rushing air numbing my skin
As I descend into the gloomy depths of the night.
I waver, look behind, stop.
Darkness envelops me; silence engulfs me.
Brief indecision, followed by grim determination.
I continue my descent
Into the Forest of Loneliness,
Listening to the quiet murmurs of the ancients.
And now I stand above the swirling current,
Hearing the water playfully tickle the shore,
The glossy surface reflecting a distorted world.
My gaze wanders to the starry expanse
Into the round face of the moon—
Distant, lonely, cold.
We share a quiet moment of understanding, friendship,
And then the grey clouds hide her face.
Both parties shed a tear;
I am alone.
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