White Tailed Eagle in flight

We Soared

I moved West to pursue a dream, like Cowboys do.

In that pursuit, I lost my way.

My success became my failure.

I made friends with fear.

We moved in together.

Alone. In the dark, I thought, “Who am I to be a cowboy?”

As the years went by I became disconnected from another dream — THE DREAM!

Eventually forgetting it — It didn’t forget me.

It pursued me until I turned around to notice it.

We got together — Just lunch.

We made our apologies.

Neither of us were without blame.

We both made room to forgive.

We took a walk.

Slowly at first.

Then we ran. We ran until We Soared!

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