Clear Blue Water

I often sit on my porch now, in amazement of where I am in my life today. I enjoy the dancing and singing of the birds. My thoughts are grateful when I think about where I used to be. Sometimes—most of the time—I cringe at some memories of my past, which I can still relive vividly. I think, Wow, I survived that, or, Wow, who was that person? It’s hard for me to believe the things I used to do.