Sun

Every evening it does not rain, the sun shines in a way you had never appreciated so much. You resist the urge to go down on your knees in gratitude, by the big glass window through which you can see the liquid light reflecting on the skyscraper coming up next door.

But you do not remember the last time when you breathed to your lungs' content. Will the approaching winter help, or will it find you yet again in the doctor's room breathing through machines? What do you know.

But today, you are breathing enough to stand by this window alive, to watch the beautiful beautiful sunlight yet another day. You cannot ask for more.

Let's take this one day at a time.