Joys to be found

I found joy in my deepest of slumber. Found crisp red tartan waving in the air. Softest of laughs came from within my eyes.

Even though I ravaged by a cold the joys of sleep and even breaths are here. The slightest yipees in the early morning light.

The light fluttering of brown eyelashes again very pale, freckled skin. Indeed I sigh because even though my eyes were closed a short amount of time, I did find peace. I was capable of finding sleep in the midst of sniffling.

Truly remarkable was the remembering of the details in the tartan and of the woman wearing it. So startling. So beautiful in the wind.

I closed my eyes deeper and speeches I said to myself reminded me nothing can be about downs. Only joy will be found.

So turning the corner I understand less and less but I hold onto what thrives inside of me. I have to believe. Not looking back at this year. I learned more than I lived.

Lessons that drew me back into recluse.  But I  am still strong because of Jehovah. Thankful. Surely that means something.

Building from the walls reestablished.  Moving forward. Finding me once more.