Two

The morning sun shines down on my face as I look up in to the sky watching my breath turn to a visible steam and curly-cue its way up into oblivion, in to nothing. I see the sun and the blue sky and the ice melting and dripping down from the rooftops onto the crowded sidewalks and onto our heads and faces. I breathe in deeply, holding the air in for a few seconds before slowly exhaling. I stare up at the buildings and before stepping onto the 81 Lawrence bus a smile finds its way onto my face and I tell myself that on beautiful days like this that life just might be a beautiful thing, that life just may be worth living afterall.