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It’s the little things that seem to lose me as life moves

Like how to stop and simply enjoy the sunshine warm on my skin, sand under toes

Quite sunsets in solitude

Getting lost 

Fresh alpine air mingled with woodsmoke 

Diving into a good story, losing myself

Hopeful expectancy

Finger painting a blank canvas into my own soul splash

When did I forget the things that make me come alive

The things that nourish my soul like food nourishes the body

Yeah it’s the little things that remind me how to breathe in the joy of life