3am
There is a lingering weight to the feeling of being awake at 3am. Whether in the seat of a car cruising home from it-doesn’t-matter-where, wrapped in a blanket on a couch with the tv volume low and humming, walking sidewalks devoid of tourists and commuters, or where ever else, a murky and…
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I have a daydream that life’s pivotal moments come as quickly as U-turns and that they are recognizable from a distance as unavoidable, exhilarating, and immediate changes in direction. So many times, I have found myself holding my breath waiting for one of those moments to move my life in a new…
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