Late in the afternoon,
the flag in center field stretched long shadows across the grass.
It didn’t just wave above the game —
it became part of it,
its presence moving quietly with the light.
Shinto
The sacred moves alongside you,
in shadows, in wind, in small unnoticed movements.
You are never alone when you walk through the field of life with attention and re…
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