The Glory in the Ordinary

A day is just a day.

A night is just a night.

The sun rises and falls and makes way for the clutter of evening lights.

A breath is just a breath.

A step is just a step.

And life is mandated to be nothing more than that.

But what happens when the ordinary becomes endangered?

What is life when the sun no longer rises?

What is life when the moon and the stars no longer cast strange shadows on the wall?

The days are numbered.

What happens when a breath becomes an anthem - a goal in and of itself?

What happens when a step is worthy of a celebration?

What is this life? Is it life at all?

Is it beautiful, or is it terrible?

Each thing, each action, each thought that once served as the means is now the end.

So what of life?

Ah, this is it.

Oh, the glory in the ordinary.

This day is as each before it should have been.