Post-dated: Monday

An atheist's Blessings...

I tear. On a overhead bridge that traverses the AYE, the eyes strung uncontrollably. The morning sun benignly warmed my back. How fortunate I am, to be able still to walk this path, to hear the roaring morning expressway traffic, to laugh, to cry, to feel the light breeze on my sweaty back, and to visualise, a stone throw away, my workplace.

Every day is a gift - if only I have seen it earlier.