chamberednautilus
I listened to the birds sing their chorus this morning. They told me to be patient. They told me that I was only hearing what I wanted to hear. I was listening. I was needing something more. Then, there was silence. And in that silence, a deafening roar. A moment of recognition. I heard it. It was my inner light. And it was truth.
The smooth leather is like nothing else. I wear these boots that were delicately made in Pastores. I am reminded that they are molded to my foot. They are perfect. Tonight I had one of the shoeshine boys make them look like new. And so I will walk another 100 miles.