I remember now.
Warmth of sun on skin.
Sweat running a race down curves.
This feeling of being alive and breathing.
This magnificence blooming inside me, growing…
I see you and I remember – I will ride out the winter’s crest.
I will survive my wounds. I will rise up again on the waves of the wind.
Death cannot define me or dictate His agenda or rob me of buds or strangle my hope.
I am remembering…