There is so much life that I am living. There are meetings and concerts and classes and moments and the world keeps turning and the smiles keep fleeting and flitting as I New York City step around you. I love the feel of excitement and the way it lingers in the air. I love the taste of promise and the grinding of gears as another puzzle piece is laid in its place. A picture is slowly evolving. I love watching it unfurl.
The year is 2011, and while its eve brought seven days of grief, I have seen another morning. Life is in full force now and it is exhilarating. Day to day is not a monotony for each sunrise brings another thrill.
I missed the childhood wonder, but it's so easy to fall back into it again.
Each sunset has its own brilliancy and each snowflake its special flare. Each passerby has her own story to share and I want nothing more than to listen.
I've started making lists again, but this time, I think it's different. This time, I'm not afraid to breathe.
