Let it up for air. It’s been holding breath for too long. Under the ridge, lungs to capacity, time ticking. Ready to explode. Say the first word. Hit release.
Revel at the ease, once it’s laid out. Ideas spread. On the table, feel the structure of conversations drive. The inhale of communal. The open door’s rush of honesty’s flush.
Curl around the words. Feel your perspective twirl. Your heart surge.
No one said the road would be easy.
“Love hard, when there’s love to be had.” – Bob Marley