another year of holidays, parties, drinks, travels, women, waves, shows, meals, classes, friends, births, deaths, marriages, divorces, storms, miracles, disasters, shoes, and feet.
this life has been just walking,
another year,
another step,
another moment,
another breath.
breaths are lifetimes,
coming and going,
again and again.
except for it always being so special,
it seems like the same thing over and over,
even this feeling,
this same time,
every year,
one foot in front of the other,
exhale,
one more year,
like soft clouds in the clear blue.