Every Time

If for no other reason than to simply remember a Sunday evening when the sky colors came an hour earlier than they did the week before.  

If for no other reason than to take one quiet moment before rushing off to the next scheduled thing, to reflect in those seconds about how rewarding it feels to push yourself hard.  

If for no other reason than to always know this corner of the world is home, with its gravel roads and tall ditch grass and surly sloughs.  

If for no other reason than to remember every sunset I experience is a gift and a true wonder.   

If for no other reason than to just be really really grateful.  To be given the chance to do every day.  Maybe the same as I did the day before.  Maybe much different than tomorrow will be.