I guess I hope there’s something for me at the finish line, that’s the only thing brutally dragging me to the end. I can’t think too deeply about what it could be because then I come to the burning realization that it doesn’t exist, it’s something I have to find and there’s more work to be done. 

I am reminded,

In hopes the cardinal will sing

Time is a Thief

A feeling that cannot escape and cannot be replaced.

 I captured this photo while overlooking Horseshoe Park in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado