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Chasing Horizons

11/21/2013

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What is this longing I feel as I chase the setting sun? What lies beyond this shoal of brooding navy clouds that urges the sun to swim passed them so excitedly? I pedal faster on my bike, in the hopes that I may lift off from the tarmac and cycle beside its golden fins. Perhaps, if I ride their waves, I will be lead to a newer, brighter world.  
Despite my efforts, my legs do not cycle fast enough to match the speed of light and I am left breathless, standing atop the ivy bridge in awe of the views around me. Treetops flutter in various shades of desert sand and dusty Mediterranean clay by the banks of the canal. Some trees seem starkly cold and rigid in their nakedness already. Ripples emerge as a lone duck swims peacefully on the surface of the hazy canal waters.
I wonder what urban debris and lost or abandoned possessions lie at the bottom? What historic treasures have yet to be uncovered?
The sun recedes deeper and deeper until it is only a sliver of orange peel resting on the cityscape. Almost as if it were a smile - that sort of closed-lip, satisfied smile someone has after a long, yet fruitful and productive day and returns home to a warm bed, a hot cup of whatever and an eager lover.
Am I doomed to continue chasing horizons? Am I destined to always wonder whether magical rewards lie hidden in the mud, waiting to be claimed? It’s easy to continue digging once the pit is formed, in the hopes that one day I may strike on rubies and diamonds. But, what about the prospect that this life already is a goldmine…? And the only hope the sun seeks is the one of a new tomorrow? 
Tomorrow is only a possibility.
 Today is the reality.
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