A sunrise. A smell. A surprise. All easily forgotten, yet possessing the potential to be unforgettable.

Detours arise. The wind picks up. An avalanche is brought down. In the storm, being swept into panic, fear, and doubt are overwhelming forces.

Why do hard things? The feeling of satisfaction upon completion The confirmation of one’s aptitude. A doubt removed.

Today you probably talked to someone. And that person is just like you. In and of community. Did you make them feel welcomed?

Like a tumble weed skipping across the ocean, its removal highlights what remains. But in a desert searching eyes long for a wind blown traveler. Each item has a time and a place. They don’t all belong in the same picture.