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What’s lovely about letters is how steady the hand may appear. But now we have impulsive publishing, text messaging, any entry revealing some shaking, some stifled breathing. Aha, maybe we’re not so infallible!

We both have a stairway we’re walking up. I’m not sure what checkpoints wait for you or for me but we’ll reach them or make up new ones as we go along. Maybe you’re making a right angle!

And sometimes you may fall down a little.

Maybe you make it up 20 steps to fall back 7 to go up 13 to down another 20.

Instead of something to mourn, I think there’s something cathartic about falling down. Something essential. We spend most of our time trying to avoid it, but the fall comes around. We’re in autumn now, may as well join the leaves.

The past adrenaline from the few brutal falls biking around lends me a smile now.

The trick to perseverence is remembering that falling is a part of the trek. And it’s the moment where you find the most rest.

One may enjoy the ground while you’re down on it. See the ants crawling.

One may take a moment to see how far you’ve gone!

The clear glass hover holding your foot shows prior worlds deep below. Worlds that molded you each moment. What were you like three years ago? Now you have time to remember the world from a three thousand steps back.

Embrace the rough waters! And the puddles you keep soaking your shoes in.

For through a clear sky and a drying time does one remember, does one find contrast, does one find a love for it all.