today.
Today I am glad to be alive.

The wounds no longer bleed. Not in cold and not in rain. Not by words or proximity or absence.

Today is another day like yesterday and the day before. Tomorrow I will wake up again free of the sinking and rotting drip of my slow desire to flee. This day and the next and for how ever many more days and nights I can remain whole, I will simply treasure where I am and who I am with.

I like this quiet. It pervades me like light does a prism.

It occurs to me now that perhaps this is how life was meant to be.

When I've recovered from the last trip and this slight cold, I'll be back to a normal posting schedule. Pictures up in a few days.