I danced on the way home tonight to my iPod's lone pop song. The cord of my headphones is bare toward the plug, but the sound still comes through okay. I stopped at the store, didn't need anything. No one there said anything about what day it is.
The weather today was beautiful. I pinched myself as I walked down the street, looking up at the cumulus clouds in the blue, to make sure I was awake. The night is much colder, windy enough to push my legs sideways, but still beautiful.
I've been thinking about it--what you said, what I wanted to say but couldn't.
I am breathing my own air now, instead of waiting on you to exhale. I am feeling myself out, testing the reach of my arms, the strength of my legs. And if I seem to be missing you, I am told it is natural. Colors were brighter today, at least.
I am curious to see what else will change.