there was white light and floating on your back and sunsplashes and freckled noses and whispers that said things like 'hold my hand' and there was full speed ahead and not even caring about the stones we left unturned because there was peace in the motion there was promise in the healing there was serenity now and.
and i woke up to the first frost and this bright fall sun and i realized that i have surpassed the part of recovery where things can only get better.
things are starting to get worse.
this summer: my stomach.
this fall: my leg.
and it knocks the wind out of me just the slightest bit.
it just that this part never even dawned on me.
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