Growth
There was a smell of growth in the air tonight.
What did growth smell like?
Like the blooming of a flower, or more like the bitter sweetness of something that is quite horrible turning into something that is quite beautiful.
And if you wondered what growth sounded like, it sounded like the cries of children and the tears they lose as they get back up and move on to discover their lives.
And, going further, what did growth look like?
Growth looked like the man who lost his job but still learned to support his family and the woman who felt she would never amount to anything discovering the best thing about herself and stepping out to help others.
That was how growth smelled, looked, and sounded, and tonight you are lost not to realize the growth in your life.
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