We don't plan a day in the hospital. It is thrust upon us. In fact, chaos is shoved into every orifice they can find to fit a little. It is so hard to get better in the hospital. Everything is "ordered", but NOTHING is "PLANNED"!
So, here I sit, sleep deprived, and dreaming of being somewhere far away looking at a sunset on a different foreground with my camera pointed in a westward direction. That is how I feel today...
...tomorrow, I will feel the same if I am still here. But I have so many fond memories and pictures to paint a place, or a vision of where I can be, and where I want to be again. That is the beauty of our imagination. That is the beauty of feeling the wind and the sun everywhere I go; every day I am given.
Monday, September 28, 2009
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