I could live a million lives.

And never be this lucky again.

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I am loved.

I live in nature.

Isolated.

The effects of humanity's toil seen only through a screen.

I am for the moment oblivious to it all.

But it is still there.

I am gently reminded with the passing of every car, though few now.

Each one contains a story of strife up ahead, no doubt, on this Monday morning.

But I am lucky.

I am here.

Watching nature wake up from the brown and grey of a winter no longer obsessed with . . .

whiteness.

I feel it.

I want it to bend.

Find a compromise to its power.

Will the line fail or stay united?

Will we freeze or bake?

We’ll all know soon.

A hawk cries.

A tick has to die.

But today I am lucky.

Today I am so privileged

I want to appreciate it all.

My isolation.