In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Boundaries.”

The first time I look at the sky each morning…

Sometimes, I begin cleaning something, my car, my house, a cluttered drawer.  I don’t really want to clean, and I’m probably tired from work, but when that something is truly clean again, and I realize how easy it was…

Learning how to solve a Rubik’s cube, even only halfway…

Letting your emotions completely take over, a laugh, a sob…

Hearing the thunder so loud that you feel like you’re as small as an ant with unseen giants above you…

Discovery, putting the pen to paper and creating something when you thought you were empty…

Seeing old friends and family, and smiling even though you didn’t want to moments ago…