when i walk to the end of the driveway and look back to see the warm lights through my windows. when i walk over dirty socks in the dining room. when i see milky eyes of a stranger crinkle with smile. when i hear friends sing and harmonies blend. when i know how to find my mom and dad. when i recognize anxiety. when i rediscover joy. when i eat good food, drink good drink. when i strain with frustration at chaotic family life. when the chickens cluck. when the dog pukes on the floor.
this is living. and there is nothing like a day determined for us to remind me of it. dear september 11 and all you mean to humanity, i recognize you already. may grace and mercy and decency and dignity prevail.