I enjoy being alive.
What more can I ask of life? Than to feel a vibrant pulse beat. I’m up now. Watching the coming of dawn. Yes,
sunset in reverse. I’ve watched many more sunsets than sunrises. I can’t
remember my first sunset. Bu I remember a sunrise. I must have been 3 or 4
years old. In bed. When darkness suddenly became light. In the snap of snap of the fingers. And I was astounded.
Telling my mother. That I had seen the actual coming of a new day. For the first time. With my eyes wide open. --Jim Broede
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