I have lost my awe. I have lost the moments that take my breath away when the only true response is an "Oh!"
It would be easy to pass that off with the fact that I don't live somewhere that routinely takes my breath away. I am in a town with street lights. The snow is gray with accumulated dirt. I see the stars only through roof tops. There are no mountains or ocean beaches in the heart of Illinois.
But it seems like there should be something that takes my breath away.
Maybe there is.
A year or so ago, I started knitting again.
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