Morning hours, whittling

Seeking out the Sun

Familiar shapes and navy skies

Darkness comes undone

As the Sun does rise

Recognition blooms

Mysteries in the light becoming nothing new

Night is the basswood block

Hidden possibilities

Day is the knife

Carving out reality

Set the Course

A push to move things forward

No use waiting for a chance

“Life is what you make of it”

Something often said

Directionless for decades

Drifting through the years

Fighting hesitation and a thousand little fears

Leave it all behind

Choose progress over death

Find your strength

Take pride in every step