The Awakening

Enough of this summer death! I rise. Better--I am risen. I feel again the warmth of strength and the ferocity of the blood in my veins. I am no longer tainted. I am no longer poisoned. I am alive. I am alive. I am alive. I feel again. I see again. I speak again. At first uneasy and dry. But quickly I find water in my throat and the desert becomes ocean again, for only the trillionth time or so. It is a miracle. Yet I am alive.