At the edge of everything,
the turning tide of another year.
Where are you?
Do you face the waves head on,
face to the horizon,
aware of the wind on your skin,
sting of breath,
beauty and awe and everything
in between
playing like passing sunlight
over what is to come?
This could mean so much.
This could simply be
another day.
But here we are,
at the edge of everything,
roll of the world
waiting for what’s to come,
ready to begin.
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