Before I knew it...

There are days when I mourn the prospect of another year, another decade, another century. There are nights when I cannot sleep, moments when I lie awake and dream of dying or how my life would change if someone close to me would leave this world. How things would be different if I wasn't here or if you weren't. But then I wake, and see the pink and orange dawn against the clouds, or I hear the lament of a lone fiddle, the music and the melody, and remember there is such beauty in the world. And I don't want us to miss it - any of it.