Late at Night

Sometimes I despair.

But in the morning – I rejoice. The darkness is gone.

I run. Sometimes I don’t want to, but I go out for a run anyway.

An hour of kicking up dust, driving over rocks, and past cactus reminds me of many things.

On the best of mornings, God winks at me.

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