Cycles

  My firstborn on my lap as we travel across the blue sea. The scent of his hair mixing with the salt spray. I can feel his energy; a mix of excitement and wonder as he takes in the sights and lets his daydreams carry him while physically content to be in my embrace.

I remember having moments like these as a child with my mother. And now with my new role in the cycle, these are the moments I live for.

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