Just took a pretty brisk walk, several blocks, in the cool, crisp, air.
A bright and shiny day, at times almost chilly, but felt so good to be out and feeling stronger.
The caw of a lone crow was so sharp and clarion, it felt like the definition of what it means to be alive.
The last leaves still falling, the endless (we hope) natural cycles.
How wonderful and fine life is when the possibility of losing it becomes so current and realistic.
To be alive, what can disturb the awe of that realization? Today, nothing.