When

You remind me of a time when I was grateful for the air that gave of itself at every breath.
Complete  in surrender, in hope, in death, in delight, in potential.
You remind me of a time when it felt safe to be in the sun's light.
Safe to be warm, to be new, to be used, to be old.
You remind me of a time when water was savored.
Comfort in being refreshed, renewed, alive.
You remind me when my affections were welcome.
Appreciation and love and joy were familiar possibilities.

What's  important is I remembered.

Journal Archive: 31 December 2013