My hands are open,
Breathing hard warm condensation forms around my lips
Pushing against the cold that swirls around my head
Moving forward
As my feet are warm in boots handmade in Portugal
Worn in and wondrous
Thoughts are now swirling like the wind that consumes me
On these stone streets
Thoughts grow on what I seek
I realize what I think about grows
Our thoughts become our words
Our words become our actions
Our actions become our
Character.
Choose wisely.
What you push for
Dream about
Breath in and out
Is what defines you
Your mind reflects your
Circumstances
And can change them
Hope is what we all have.
Positivity is the lifeblood
of joy.
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