Rescue

At 6:30, the phone buzzes with words like spring flowers against your drowsy senses. You smile into the sunrise and don't want to fall back asleep. The season of early rises is here; you will not be filing complaints. I went for a long run along the river, smiling at strangers, counting the blossoms. On 6th street, I passed a tree trembling with buds and burst into tears, I am not worried.

When I tell you good things are on their way, I mean it. When I tell you I had a long speak with the Universe across glittering waters, believe me, I knew exactly what those good things might be.

Keep putting one foot in front of the other. The things you dream will arrive, when you do.