We’re on lock down. You know, the virus thing. Now, I’ve got lots of time to write. But I’ve been fighting the sadness of temporarily closing down the Warrior StoryField to isolate.
Isolate. Really? That’s what we’ve been trying to undo.
So, What is Beauty?
What we find beautiful, as we walk through the woods,
Is the twisted pine, the tortured cypress,
The delicate violet pressing its way through granite
Martin, a badass Navy Seal, spoke like a pirate guarding his treasure and rum. Martin, a fortified encasement that housed a warm and delicate heart. A heart so finely tuned that butterflies waited in line to feel its pulse as they lit on his fingertips.