Small things in life

Towards the Sun Day 2

Taipei, Taiwan

For days, I’ve been in bed. Intoxicated by the darkness of my thoughts, I surrendered myself to the winter.

I was drowning.

Breathing seemed like a luxury.

Yet, I was not forgotten.

Today, the sun woke me from my slumber. I looked out the window and spotted, for a brief moment, a puddle on a rooftop terrace, swaying to the rhythm of the wind.

How beautiful, the patterns. How wondrous, our elements.

It lasted for minutes yet I felt a swirl in my heart. Magic occurs even in the most mundane places so why can’t I see it within me?