Sun showers. Glimpses of green loveliness between the cracks of pavement. Smiles from Taiwanese walkers. Three mornings in a row of runs. Lighter food. Less sugar.
Waking up awake. Even after only five and a half hours of sleep.
A nudging of clarity. Around the corner I find part of me hiding, head peeking around the corner. Finally, can I move from this spot?
It’s time, I think. The grey is being broken up more often with more of what I remember being me.
A masterful funk it was.
