We decided to venture out to the mountains and spend some time out in the warm sun and chill winter air. The stagnant smell of both booze and the past that filled our apartment needed to be forgotten, if only temporarily.
I have walked these paths many times before, biked them just as many, and for a year now memories have kept me from walking them even once more; but today is somehow different.
Today there is possibility, hope, and understanding.
I watched as Danbox saw something that excited him, and how he ran off towards it like a child chasing a kite on a breezy spring day.
Stopping fast, the little box man was held fast in the intensity of the sun. I am not sure what caught his attention so profoundly, but when he came out of that shade and into the sun, you could tell that he felt alive.
I learn a lot from Danbox by just watching him, and as he stood there in the sun held fast by the warmth, I am reminded of how important it is to never grow too old too fast, or to give way to sarcasm and cold calculation. I have stood in the sun many times in my life, and it seems now that I have not stopped to look at anything with any sense of wonder or reverence in a very long time; but this moment, watching Danbox as he obviously and happily bathed in the light of the sun, I had nothing but wonder for what he was thinking? For what he was feeling?
How cynical have I become that I find myself alien to his easy appreciation?
I must learn to stop and breathe, to acknowledge and believe, and to trust in the unseen.
I must learn to enjoy the simplicity in the complex, and not suffer myself to the cynical grind of trying to outrun the demons of my past.
We stood for moments, the three of us; each one of us sharing in a moment that had us all pondering deeply on thoughts that were worlds apart.
There is hope here within the silence of beautiful nature, and the child inside can play out here for a while longer.
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