Cold tingles in my nose like a bee sting. My eyes water. The moon is full on the horizon ahead of the dawn.
Later, pink clouds bring the sun up, and I drive north on roads slick with ice along the dark shores of the Columbia River.
I am, I remind myself.
I think my time is not my own, but I am here by choice and grateful for it. Many paths open before me, await my step. If I have the courage.
My friend runs and slides his feet on the frozen street and falls - almost. He laughs.
I am, I laugh.
At home, it's warm and there's my family. The street outside is blue with snow and moonlight. Inside we talk. Eat. Share stories. Listen. Read.
I pour the tea. Cool it with a splash of milk.
And so I am.
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching. ~ Satchel Paige