Observation
The sun spills onto me, sinking into my skin as if life itself is kissing me. I do not move. I do not need to. Life has run through me, over me, filled me, and now I am simply here, wrapped in its fevered embrace, resting in its glow. It has been enough. More than enough. And in my hand, I hold it — the wellspring of life. I turn it between my fingers. I have bitten deep, and life still gives me more. Let them chase after meaning, I have found it.