A kid stood outside the park in cleats and a backpack. The game had just ended, but his summer wasn’t. He still wore his jersey. Still had sunflower seed shells in his pocket. But school was coming. You could feel it in the light.
Buddhism
Transitions aren’t abrupt. They begin in shadows and endings we try to ignore.
Daily Takeaway
Notice the shift—not to m…
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