| When life becomes a peppermill and uses you for spice, you sometimes say a few choice words although it isn’t nice. When you endure a long heat wave without the merest fan, you often have to play it cool not knowing if you can. Amid the glow of fireflies beneath ten thousand eyes, both lightning bugs and stars give light to honor all the tries. Despite the grind and prolonged heat, each try provides a lift; it is like a high-flying kite, and that’s a precious gift. Sometimes sandcastles will succumb to life’s relentless tide. Yet we build castles in ourselves by knowing that we tried. 20 Lines |