Inside me lives a little girl:
giggly,
impatient and giddy,
over new.
New experiences, lit brilliantly across northern trails.
She, wide eyed, and with extreme expression,
has wished on every star,
counting them, 1, 2, 3,
will he find me?
Her neck exposed, eyes full of wonder,
up, up, and away.
The sky breaks, she no longer feels alone
color washes over her face,
darkness fades,
as night mirrors grace,
and light begins to dance.
Life comes alive, and her squeal echoes,
through the woods.
Look! Fingers pointing with urgency,
I see what she sees, and tears fall –
yet, fully aware of her inner whisper,
“Come with me…”
I sense my obligations.
Haunting.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
There is something about being young at heart: that sense of awe, anticipation, and wonder when gazing up at the heavens. It’s as if anything is possible, and you capture this feeling so well, Aud… As we get older, the yearning and the call to adventure may quiet, but it never truly disappears—just bouncing between our youthful inner wonder and the realities of life 🙃. Your poem is such a gentle whisper, inviting us to pause and embrace the magic of now 😊❤️. Beautiful words to start the week! Wishing you a wonderful beginning to autumn, a season that seems to suit you perfectly. Take care ~
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Randall, thank you for stopping by and reading. There are times when the vulnerable needs acknowledging. So much joy comes from allowing our softness to show. Thank you for honoring mine.
I so enjoyed seeing the Northern Lights on my trip. If I were a real photographer, like you, my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire, my words may have been seen more fully.
I appreciate you! Hope you are well. ♡
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