Easter Sunday: Life
I can feel the sun on my skin. The warmth of my face is a relief after such cold days. My pores open; I am being cleansed.
The frost is disappearing, the birds join in song at morning's arrival.
I no longer fear the light the way that I did. I thought that I was safer in the shadows, but out here I am free to move.
I wanted this all along. I didn't know it until now.
The day is new, and so am I.
It is time to live.
April 05, 2015
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