Seems I get all introspective in the wee hours of the night. Perhaps insomnia really is my muses partner. Only they truly know.

What I can say for sure is in this tenuous life I am unbearably aware of each breath and the staggering gift it is. Lately I have felt stunned by our last year. Walking around like I’m in a daydream, or have been, suddenly startled awake into the confusion of a new world with changes priorities, pared down survival rules and a life that is hectic in its snails pace. I find myself reaching for things or starting to do something and forgetting what to do, so caught up in, “my god, we get more time.” Every single breath is a gift.