Silent, across the horizon

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Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,

Sunrise.

Pastels. Water colors. Silver tipped reflections blend, swirl, and foam.

God writing poetry.

His voice thundering over the water. 

Washing over my feet.

A solitary boat, silent across the horizon.

Deeper – where I’ve spent time trying to imagine.

My feet only ankle deep.

Poetry telling me that no matter how hard I try,

I can’t see the bottom

the valleys, caves, and mountains

beneath the surface.

No matter how hard I try.

How much I want to.

How much I want to see the future

and plan accordingly.

Poetry telling me that all I need is this -

a solitary boat, silent, across the horizon.

I love you,

- Daddy

TRAINING:

Sunday: Ran 8 miles

Monday: Bike 2 hours 45 minutes

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