Awakening

It's beginning to feel like autumn, like tights and sweater season, like warm apple cider days. I'm choosing the things that matter. I'm sitting between the present and the future and I need to make it count. The briskness is exhilarating. I can feel it heal my lungs. In. Out. Breathe. This is what we call beauty.

It is the decision to be happy, because that is mine to choose.

I do.