In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses.

The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all.

We went looking for a fix and found a little more of ourselves instead.

Not all wealth is counted in coin. Some of it is the warmth of a late sun, the company of a soul, and the hush between crickets and stars.

We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.

I am hiking this morning.

Time to reflect, respect and recover.

When our footsteps fade, the moonlight remembers our journey.

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”
 — Thomas Campbell

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.