A moment’s rest
I sat with my feet propped up on the railing outside my two-bit apartment and looked up at the sky. The clouds reflected the orange lights and rumbling hum of the city back to me while the blinking lights of a passenger plane traversed the black sky beyond. I watched the steady stare of the street lamp, heard the tinkle of chimes tripping across an unknown distance, and felt the tiniest breeze disturb the fine hairs on the back of my hands. My pulse rocked me gently while a headache dug into my skull and blisters gnawed at my feet. I took a big deep breath and caught the thought dashing across my mind: "I love." I waited for the rest, but realized that was it. I smiled an inward smile. There it is: all.
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#144 Best of Me Symphony
Pursuing Praxis high- boards a sensuously tactile representation of A Moment’s Rest, rounded off with a poetic half-twist just before cleaving the water.
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