L.L. Wohlwend

I saw a rabbit scampering across the campus lawn, a stripe of white down its side like a lightning bolt.

Still alive. Still here. Still breathing.

Today marks twenty days of … something. I don’t even know what. Poor health, for sure. Something brought on by a virus that morphed my usual autoimmune symptoms into something new, something I’m working my way through.

But I’m getting better.

deep breath

the morning dew

glistens