Two red birds chasing the wind on a partly cloudy day in Spring. Or is it a partly sunny day? What amount of obscurity tips the scales the other way? The answer does not matter to either the birds or the day. Both continue along their way. The deeper question lies within my soul. Where, too, exists a partly cloudy day. Or is it partly sunny? Here, the answer matters. A choice must be made. The amount of obscurity will tip the scales. But the choice doesn't have to be made today, this minute, this second. So until that day comes - I will worry less about semantics and instead focus on the antics of two red birds chasing the wind.
Melissa Peeler Composed: May 2012
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