Friday, March 09, 2007

I close my eyes and try to remember the houses spreading out under my feet at the top of Merrit's hill. People going about their daily lives, families and pets and gardens.

How the cold air fills my lungs and my head, how the sunshine feels on my face.

As I struggle up the slope to reach Isaac Tongue Junction, I think to myself: It feels good to be alive.

It's a beautiful day, don't let it fade away.

posted by beckyboo @ 1:33 AM

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