the lightbulb just above your head

i hold back a tear as i watch the earth move outside my window. i feel it move, even in here. the colours of fall are on fire and i can’t believe how little most people are doing, myself included – how unimpressed many people seem to be with this gift. no matter what you do or don’t believe, i find it hard to believe that this tree – that sky – doesn’t sometimes make you gasp for air. and in that sharp breath you aren’t reminded that these are the things that work just so – perfectly so that you and I can breathe. as long as we don’t mess it up.

so embrace the hope. and replace your lightbulbs.