I am here.
I am here now.
I woke up with the sun in my face.
A golden light was shining on the gardens behind my bedroom window.
The sky was a perfect pale blue, with dashes of transparent soft cloud scattered all around.
I got up and looked outside, while the last bits of sleep were leaving my system like mice scurrying in the attic.
Two birds sang and touched me with their crystal-clear sound.
A big white cat was playing in the high, dry summer grass, jumping around, catching invisible preys.
Life was painting itself right before my eyes.
I was the eyes of life.
I was life.
(Photo by @dylan_nolte, for Unsplash)