Saturday Evening, 7:08 PM, the color of the sky

Today I did not wake up exhausted.



Today, when I wrote, I did not write with despair.



Today I danced the pulse parts of the Combat routine and punched my cross jabs hard.   



With my husband, I took a ride.



Alone, I ate a square of chocolate.



I took a walk and talked to a friend.  Not one friend. Two.



I had that feeling back:  alive.