Saturday Evening, 7:08 PM, the color of the sky

Today I did not wake up exhausted.

Today, when I wrote, I did not write with despair.

Today I danced the pulse parts of the Combat routine and punched my cross jabs hard.   

With my husband, I took a ride.

Alone, I ate a square of chocolate.

I took a walk and talked to a friend.  Not one friend. Two.

I had that feeling back:  alive.