It starts with the sun waking and glancing with a corner of it’s eye
It starts with hope and fears and future tears
It starts with a smile and nervous laughter
It leaves port not knowing if it will be the last
It starts on a journey with paramount expectations and with a rudder, but no sail
Magically it grows. Unbeknownst to no one. It matures, it develops, it sheds it’s skin.
It is now a vessel filled with a direction. A mission. A possibility.
A vessel of love and excitement.
With each sunset delivers the news of the day and a brighter tomorrow.
Changing directions lead to unknown successes
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Author:
C.J. Knudsen (
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Comments1
The idea reminds me of the transition of a caterpillar into a butterfly..
Great read 🌹
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