i walked. and i thought.

  this morning i took a walking tour of my little hometown. it was a beautiful sunny day.    

    i walked. and i thought.

i've been hanging out here, on and off, for the past year. in small town u.s.a.    

    i walked. and i thought.

it feels and looks different than when i was growing up. yet at the same time familiar and comfortable.    

    i walked. and i thought.

the 6th grade bully doesn't live here anymore. and apparently his house said its goodbyes as well.    

    i walked. and i thought.

it has gone through hard times, this little town of mine. yet it has persevered with hopefulness and pioneer optimism.    

    i walked. and i thought.

i am amazed at the verdure never seen in the bustling mining days of the past. stunning beauty now, but also a crippling trade-off.    

    i walked. and i thought.

my time here is unknown, but temporary. this nomad is restless to move on, to wander once again.    

    i walked. and i thought.

but for now i will appreciate and recognize what my birthplace can offer. home base. my starting point.    

    i walked. and i thought.     whether permanent or temporary, are you in touch with your surroundings? do you notice and marvel, acknowledge and attend? every day is its own and cannot be recaptured.

i'd love to hear your own aware-awakenings. please share.    

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