shivers and trembles along the paths. we are seeking a truth in each day.
tremors and toils. my body and blood a-boil, with a love for you in every way.
the long afternoon, the shadows, the lean into the winds.
the vibrant colors, the dull muted aches.
and though never assured a certain sort of journey,
a contentment, a joy, i'm a delighted and amused boy,
most satisfied to just have the energy to play.
a goodly amount of stretching and metered, meditative breathing.