I walk in the same places over and over.
Same route; same scenery; same sounds.
Because of this almost too familiar environment,
I am able to notice a miraculous and exquisite balance
as natural elements coexist.
Paper is laid in front of me, waiting to accept a new layer.
I let my hands slide on the surface slowly.
This is my way to accepting and dealing with what life gives me.
The views I see and sounds I hear today are similar yet different from what I saw and heard yesterday.
Every day is a repeat of another and yet each day is different somehow.
Somewhere else, someone might be experiencing similar views and similar sounds.
Somewhere else, someone is feeling joy or facing challenges just like I am here.
All I know is that our paths might never cross, but we are mysteriously connected standing on this Earth.
Gravity pulls us all to the ground and we exist in time
while the sun rises and sets; as the moon waxes and wanes
