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This week I will be sharing a short written piece by artist Curtis Perry, purveyor of the blog Memoirs of an Unremarkable Man. Without further ado, here is Curtis Perry’s:
The chill, pine-scented breeze pushed against my face. I breathe in the crisp mountain air, air that would probably be a little too cold if it weren’t for my fleece jacket. As it was, the cool breeze perfectly contrasted the warmth of the fire behind me. The fire lights up one side of the swaying pines nearby and cast flickering, inky shadows into the gloom. My shadow doesn’t go far before plunging off the cliff edge near my feet and disappearing into the night. The fire, so bright if looked at directly, does little to fade the infinite number of stars in the clear sky above. It’s hard not to feel so small, alone, and insignificant, but also part of something great and glorious at the same time. Awe and wonder would be the best words to use, but they don’t even come close.