Releasing the pressure, it's good for the teapot and the water. Try it sometime.

Our past is like a footprint. It only confirms we were there. No burden on our future does it bear. Bring the rain, clear the pane of clutter.

I can see the orange haze on the horizon as the morning exhales a yawn, and seems to be ready to rise.

My feet have several thousand meetings scheduled with the dirt on a trail not far from here. Who am I to keep them waiting? Time to run.

May sleep envelop you as a bed sheet floating gently down, tickling your skin and removing every worry. Reminding you to consider only this moment.