You never know what will hit you
until it hits you.
the squeal of a young child
the soft sound of running water
the touch of a cheek against your own
a flower born through snow
Or waking up
and realizing
you are still here
entitled to
one more go round
on this merry-go-round
of life.
7:22 am, January 1st, Mokpo, S. Korea
Waking Up