The excitement of starting something new, and watching it unfold
in front of your eyes.
Images that float inside your head, as you stare at tomorrow
that does not daunt you, or intimidate.
The place in acceptance.
Having given.
Loving, the having.
Perceiving and knowing,
That whatever it is going to be,
You will fit right in.
The quivering of maybes,
What ifs, how abouts, probablys,
lets sees.
No fear. No confusions.
Just roads, and bends.
Satiation. Tranquility.
Smelling the morning air,
Strolling around your house,
When everybody else is sleeping.
Long hot baths.
And making love.
Stealing a kiss.
All over again.
Watching the sun go down,
Waiting for Saturday to arrive.
Brewing that cup of masaala chai.
And enjoying it in solitude,
In that favorite olive Green Mug.
Taking time, setting a pace.
Not wondering if I will get there,
Or thinking maybe I should run.
But walking. Just walking...
Walking.
Yes, I am walking.
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