Heartbeat

I dreamt that someone close to me was dying. She lied beside me, and I felt her heartbeat. It was fast but I expected it to slow down and then stop. I woke up before that happened. How many of us aren’t lucky enough to wake up from a nightmare?

I returned to this view of the mountains because it brings me peace. I understand how lucky I am to live where I do, and I’m grateful. The sky should clear up by the weekend, and I hope I have the courage to step out of my house and explore my home.

Life is too short. I want to live. I want to make every heartbeat count.