This is to the band of daring ones whose blisters danced with mine, whose laughter taught my heart to beat bolder rhythm rhymes, whose curious spirits rose to the dawn bird’s call, all for the purpose of feeling alive.
This is to the ones who follow their hearts’ pulsing shouts, who’ve written journeys with maps rearranged allowing their destinations to alter and change. They question the whys, but they never demand. They won’t be distracted from feeling alive.
This is to the ones who paint splattered memories of roadside reflections and morning meadow meditations, who learned that when shuffled by man’s spinning distractions golden dust settles, so does the soul, returning to its home finally alive.
This is gratitude to the band of daring ones whose cores danced with mine, invoking summer with bolder rhythm rhymes, whose curious spirits rose to the dawn bird’s call, all for the quest of feeling alive.
Photograph by Camila Cordeiro