what is it that’s so magical? about getting up one morning, after days of darkness, and everything has this strange glow, and you find the room it comes from and it’s filled with sunlight, so much light, so surreal-feeling, luxuriant, enveloping you, dust dancing in the air. and for a moment it feels like everything is just okay, magically, like a weight lifted from your chest you didn’t know was there. and you look outside and it’s everywhere, flooded with light, the sheer amount of it, so profuse that it almost feels excessive and wasteful. what made you deserving of being in this?
but it just is, of course. what a question. no question! just being. no one’s stopping you from taking a moment and basking in it.
originally published: 9 Jan 2024