sometimes no matter how much the sun shines, there’s still a light out.
i went out and in the dusk i stood patiently in the water’s edge – under the spell of bird songs and frog chorus, i finally found myself a wild fight on the end of my tippet, the beauty of a summer evening’s dying light enclosed by towering cedars and pines. i finally felt myself come a little more alive again. and we must all realize yes, you will live to survive. you will eventually own your spark once more.
sometimes, something saves you.