The inner wit and the buried ancestorial feeding of our energies...rarely is seen and less often observed. The studied viewing, the mulling, an act that takes one out of one's own pursuits and into the posturing that permits insights and silent glimpses to etch upon our souls.
The uphill leanings and the downhill plunge [we never choreographed] send our courses though the bends and elations sprinkled with grace and embellished with badges earned and borne with victory's glow.
Find the fit, endure the pinches, and mix mirth with the magic of living.