Convalescence

In quietness, only confidence ensued.

The blue sky, the grey concrete street, and darkened trees remained as they were.

Yet, something fundamental clicked.

All pieces were there already.

I drew in air — and it felt fresh and light.

I knew the trees, the sky, and the street in my memory remained as true

As the trees, the sky, and the street before my eyes.

I knew where the roots lied

and where the leaves are about to blossom.

All was one, and one was all.

2.20.2026