As the year draws to a close (a metaphor for life’s relentless progression), in the dimness of the dusk of these my ever-increasingly-older days, I see, perhaps paradoxically, more clearly (nearly everything!) what I never perceived in the brightness of my, now long-ago, youthful mornings.
My awareness of this clarity heightens my hope of what else, what more I, as I continue to draw breath, may behold.
© 2021 PRA
occasional observations of mind and heart, soul and spirit 