That I never looked at a sunset
Now the colours are so vivid, I can hardly look away.
But how strange that I never noticed... The way frost looks on a tree. How it dresses to perfection. And turns summer passion, to icy majesty.
I think I’ve been sleeping all this while. I can’t explain the things I’ve missed. It’s only that now...
I care a little more. It hurts a little more. I laugh a little more. And I’m alive a little more.