dare

Lilac wine. Sweet nectar of the rain. It's dark outside, yet there's spice in the air as heat rises off the ground.  Heat waves are visible.  It blurs the image of a stranger walking in our direction.  We're in a strangely familiar place even though no footprint has tainted the ground before.  There is a first for everything.  Life at this point can go in either direction:  through the mystic trails beyond the uncertainty blanketed by night's curtain, or through the circular trails we've become accustomed to that we believe have always kept us safe.  Intrigued by the inner whisper of adventure, we dare leave familiarity.

Always, Lainey

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