Sometimes I lose the beauty of the clouds and the wind when all I think about is the weight of the pack, the chafing of the shoulder straps, the cinched bruising of the hip belt on the bones underneath. Today is Spring. Right now, Spring as a metaphor, just does not lift this winter sorrow off my back. So today I am walking outside without carrying anything but my attention to the lightness of walking. That might be beautiful.
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