The air in Southern Utah is crisp and the sun is clear and bright... the weather and seasons are changing and the desert is sharpening itself to the senses! Last night I had the thought, "I'm cold." Where and what is next is always the question for the Artist, the Actor... and more importantly, how will I step excited, invested, and passionate until I get there! The journey, not the destination! As we wake, the chortle of summer can be heard in the distance and the seasons have turned causing shadows and contrast to show that it wasn't simply the noontide glare we thought it was! It was just waiting for it's hue of light to politely hit the earth, just right.
For the longest time, we called you the moon Because from where we could see You looked abandoned And blue Like nighttime We thought we understood how you felt Another room In a home That was a notch on our belt So we burned up the oceans And drowned out our skies Until even the islands began to Become dry And suddenly soon We'll stand crying over valleys abandoned and blue With a far, new born, planet Calling us moon.
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