It was a beautiful day today, warmer than any February day that I have
ever known, or even cared to remember.
The
reflection of the sun from the packed snow blinded me, forcing me to close my
eyes and heighten my other senses.
If air could
smell peaceful, this would be that scent.
I had no
desire to open my eyes and sully this beautiful moment with the discomfort of
eyes trying to readjust in this intense sun. It was peaceful here, it was
honest, it was a welcome sense of being here and present in this moment.
I focused on
only the warmth upon my skin and the understanding that I was alive and blessed
to be given this gift of life; even if it has been breaking me down and trying
to cast my shattered self all over the ground that everyone else treads upon.
Forcing my
eyes open I squinted hard to adjust my focus against this intense light. I
looked to the ground and watched as Danbox laid down in the snow, and with the
sun shining down upon him, he clearly looked alive and in this moment.
Who has it
harder, Danbox or I?
Who
appreciates life more?
Who loves
more?
Who desires
more?
Which one of
us is outrunning the darkest demons?
Which one of
us is getting tired of trying to outrun them more?
Which one of
us is closer to happiness?
Which one of
us is going to leave the other behind?
Which one of
us appreciates the warmth of the sun more?
Which one of
us remembers what happiness feels like?
I stared down
upon this little box man and recognize the beautiful cross-like shadow that he
makes.
Which one of
us has more faith that things will work themselves out?
Somehow I think he does.
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