Coffee and Contemplations

Remember the terrifying feeling of getting lost when you were a child? You let go of your parents hand for one second and *thud* your heart hits the ground as you search the crowd for a familiar face…

Today I found solace in being lost in the crowd. I am sitting in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar town, in an unfamiliar state, and yet somehow I am completely at ease. Focused. Centered.

Today there is solace in the path less traveled… I just had to find it.

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Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain. – Christopher Morley

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