Life cycles.
The things we carry we can lay down.
The waiting becomes action.
The secrets become spoken.
Life moves on.
We must move with it or risk being stuck, sitting ducks for complacency and bitterness over choices not made or roads not taken.
So move we did, while other things rested and laid in wait, patient but also quietly nagging the heart.
Now the season settles with us into a denouement; the ripples from motions set in place months ago fade out.
Time to revive that which rested, toss a new pebble or two, break the tension of life's possibility anew.
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