As I walked below the Golden Gate bridge along the chain-wire fence meant to keep me safe and out of the bridge-side slope, I looked up and saw this little cut out.
The first step is synonymous to the beginning of a great journey to climb to the next level. This first step is in the house of fraternity that has been in existence for a century in a city where nothing seems permanent.
This encouraging message adorned the museum courtyard of Golden Gate Park in the midst of the Black Lives Matter protests this year. I have often spent time relaxing and reflecting on the benches here.
Sometimes being with you feels like being a pearl with a crescent moon. There is a hollow, warm and safe, ready for me to snuggle into. I feel the warmth of your attention and a satisfied feeling from the comfort and ease of our interactions.
This submission earned Amber Por third place in the Synapse Storytelling Contest creative writing category.
I’m still figuring out the best version of myself;
