Sometimes a sunset . . .

Sometimes you fall asleep in the Starbucks parking lot after a long day and a long week and you climb out of your car to find the sky ablaze, swirling with the comfort that a new night is here, a new weekend dawns, and rest is already among us. If we'll only wake up to find it.

This is Day 11 of #MakeNovemberTolerable. Keep checking back every day this month for new stories and discoveries of beauty where beauty may be hard to find.

Thomas Mark Zuniga

I’m a storyteller, wanderer, and nonprofit director. Of all the epic places I’ve been, my favorite place in the world is the space where coffee and vulnerability intersect. Care to share some of your story with me? I’d be honored to listen.

thomasmarkz.story@gmail.com

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