In a perfect world...

Amen. But alas, this is not a perfect world. This is not even a semi-perfect world. It is, however, all we've got, & writing this I can sense, for the first time in a while, that tingling sensation, that modest - yet obvious - state of 'fine'. Like little birds nesting in my ribcage, just waiting their turn to learn to fly.

As if the clouds have drifted by. Just knowing - somewhere between my chest & my spine - that breathing will be as easy tomorrow as it is today. Rock bottom means solid ground. Solid ground means time to build a ladder.

& thank god for that.

May is here. Simple days are just around the bend. Take care, be

kind.

/ D.