While didn't turn out to be any of the things they test you for, just moving from the bed to my desk made me feel like an athlete. Thursday I woke up, realized I hadn't been outside since Sunday, and decided to go OUT.
I saw only the bright morning, not the glitter of ice on the stairs. I was looking at the flowers we planted last summer, pale in the sunlight, and missed the utter lack of color of the steps as I placed my foot on the top one.
I may have stepped on the stairs one more time, if only to try and stabilize myself as I launched into the air, greeting each step on the way down with my derriere, until landing and sliding to a magnificent stop some distance from the bottom of the stairs.
I sat there a moment, in wonder.
Nothing was broken, I could tell that. And nothing really hurt, not even my pride. I did not hit my head, the day was going to continue as I had hoped when I popped out of bed.
I got up slowly, walked inside more slowly, and began to make the coffee with the feeling of grace. No hospital for me! No concussion! Just another ordinary, extraordinary day.
I woke up Robin to tell him how lucky we are, bringing us an orange to share. Popping one segment in my mouth, then the next, I burst out with, "Is THIS what oranges taste like?" It was pure sunshine.
You realize in the moments where something does not go as wrong as it could have, just how right everything is.
Once again, in haiku:
When things don't go wrong you realize just how right everything else is
I'm feeling well now, thank you. :)
Speaking of stories distilled into haiku, I had an interview with the lovely people at Bookview Review. You can read it online here.
