For real

My father came back from the dead to give me some career advice the other night. But that's a story for another time.

I woke up the next morning and realized I have lost nothing. I have bird songs. I have my hands that I can teach to make music or bread or a soft knitted cap for my child.

Somewhere right now

rhinos are charging towards each other

sperm are congratulating themselves on hitting the jackpot

babies are opening their eyes

teenagers are bored

plants are eating sunlight

billions of trees are calmly giving us the oxygen we take into our bodies with every breath

seeds are sprouting among the earthworms busy eating the earth

anthills are being stepped on by curious children

People are telling each other their stories around the world using machines that magically transmit a photograph of a cat wearing an orange rind on its head, among other things, through the air on invisible waves.

someone is eating the best sandwich they have ever had in their entire life

as a million dying breaths are released to become one with the clouds.

I am.