As I walk
The breeze kisses my face
And vacuums
The dusty sediment
Of depression
And anxiety
Which blanketed my tired mind.

As I breathe
The cold night’s air
Fills my lungs
With a deep sense
Of appreciation
For another day of not only existing
But another day of truly living.

As I think
The prisms and pictures
Spinning and cascading colourfully
My wondrous windmill thoughts
Exemplify the beauty
Of what it is
To be alive and well.

And to be human. After all.