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"i am very fond of sunsets. come, let us go look at a sunset now."

...

"one day," you said to me, "i saw the sunset 44 times!"

and a little later you added, "you know--one loves the sunset, when one is sad..."

~ in antoine de saint exupéry's "the little prince"


i sense a change in the air. to be honest, i've been sensing it for quite a while. almost three years now to be almost precise. but i have been, typically, ignoring it. procrastinating, holding my breath, waiting for a brighter sunrise with tomorrow's dawn, seeking satisfaction in a school's soul.

yet, maybe, just maybe, it is time to take a breath, a deep breath. to breathe in, to inhale the change, change that can energize the lungs and waken the soul. to breathe in the realization that i have done all that i can do. to acknowledge that things are as they are and that things will remain as they are. to declare that dissatisfaction leads to sadness. to say to myself, "it's been ten years; time to move on."

i need to breathe in or risk of suffocation. breathe in, not the cool and hope-filled smell of morning mist, but the tangy taste of twilight.