color in my cheeks...

throwing the frisbee...
running after a badly thrown football...
wind in my hair, not a care
did i have.

feeling alive...
air in my lungs...
spending time, no expectations
to live up to.

this is what it is to be free, to know grace, to feel loved.
i had life in my bones and i laughed and i was happy.
truly happy.

they say "it is the little things,"
i say that is friendship.
you call it a weekend
i call it my salvation.