Survived

Where once she had been restless she had begun to find peace again. Although those panicking attacks of restlessness had not yet completely subsided the dissatisfaction that had accompanied it had faded away. Where once everything beautiful had lost its charm she had finally began to appreciate it again. Where once in her lonesome moments an unhappy expression had clouded her face that had later turned to a blank emptiness, she now smiled while looking out of her cars windows, marveling at those little things to which she had seldom paid any significant attention before. How magnificent did her city look bathing in the glory of the golden light of these winters’ setting sun! How mesmerizing the sky looked in all its different colors, from pale blue specked with white fluffy clouds to the dark grey that tinted with pink that followed rain. Even rain itself, to which she had been impartial for as long as she could remember, being the hopeless romantic that she was, had somehow lost its pull on her. She had rather wanted to never see it again. But now that charm, that magnetism, that innocent happiness of seeing trees bathing, people hustling around and that sweet earthy fragrance of wet grass in rain had begun to incite her again, reminding her of what she once used to be. That simple innocent part of her that had always been attracted to life, to people, to nature, to colors, sunshine, butterflies and rainbows and to all those sweet little blessings that she had always felt very lucky to have had begun to call her back again. It had taken a long, long time to come back from that gaping dark pitch of emptiness but she had done it. She had survived!