Blue skies like a top hat sitting on the buildings.
Unexpected, potted plants in plastic garbage pails lined the street. My cousin Judy would say that is a sign of a frustrated gardener wanting a yard in a limited space.
The sun glowed on the building, intensifying the golden patine.
I walked along smiling and chatting up anyone with who I could strike up a conversation… today I tested myself to see if my asthma was at bay as it appeared to be… And it was!
Breathing is my new awareness. It seemed I could feel the air going all the way to the alveoli, or at least I imagined that. I thanked my entire body for the miracle it is for carrying me around, seeing, feeling, tasting, and being aware of how beautiful the gift of life is.
I was overjoyed, simply being on a random street in Marseille on a winter day.
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