I’m alive
..which is the best estimate of my current position.
I have cold so bad that every time I cough I keep expecting my lung to fall on my keyboard.
But I’m alive, and it’s a lot.
This spring is beautiful though. Every sunny day after work, my husband and me spend fifteen minutes (or half an hour) sitting on the bank of Daugava river, watching the swans and the reflections in the water. There’s something soothing about the spring air so warm that it flows into your lungs like water; and you’re drowning in life.
Drowning in life. It is good. It is infusing me with life.
And I’m alive.
