Noticing

Spring is here.

The bats are floating around the lights devouring bugs. The wind blows warm in through my window My throat itches, my nose runs.

The world is awake and alive.

Thriving just like it did when I was ten.

Only I am not ten anymore.

My body goes slower now, sometimes not moving at all without great pain, but it seems this slowness not only allows me the time to really take in everything else. It actually forces me to.

I am aged and honed. My palate recognizes the richness of this moment. My head reels with the beauty and my heart aches with the joy.

I have arrived.

Vintage living circa 1949.