Opportunities

by Tom Swift

Notice the snowflakes falling slowly from the sky. Like puffs of cotton, these flakes float and fall, each one an invitation to witness this moment. You are in this body and you are walking with your little buddy for such a short, short time. Soon he will mark another year, a week later you will mark another year. That you will only get so many years — each — together — is why this life is a gift. It’s OK that you struggled this morning to find your way into your body and back to your nature. Yet with distance from the angst these steps walk you into the miracle and you see the folly of before. Footsteps and snowflakes. This life is yours.