The other day I headed outside because the light was calling me.
The light I could see.
The world crunched beneath my bare feet.
The light I could hear.
And I felt warmth on my face, but when I reached out my hand it felt cool.
The light I could touch.
And then I opened my mouth and tasted the salt, the pine, and something else…
The light I could taste.
Then I smelled it, and I knew.
I was wrong…
it wasn’t the light.
And a smile found its way onto my face, and it spread itself wide, as I hugged the dawn of an idea.
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