Thankful

Thankfulness.

As I watch from the InBetween, I see many small things that may go unnoticed to you. Take a moment today, to slow and think of at least one thing you are grateful for. I am sure you will think of many when you try.

How weeds are even beautiful, bursting forth from cracks in cement.

Air scented with salt, after a storm. The scent of rebirth, and renewal.

The texture of bark, when running your hands over it.

Sand, squished between your toes.

Soft blankets, and sheets warm from a dryer.

Dryers.

Hands, holding them. Writing with them, waving them, and all the things they help us do.

All other limbs, and senses. What would you do if one was missing.

Gardens, books, beaches, trees, butterflies.

Food, its nourshiment and taste. I know what is like to be deprived, and starved.

Simply, air. To breathe freely.

Freedom, the thing I was never given back to. Stolen even in our dusty annex. To all of you who live in a "free" country, to do things you want to do, I hope you appreciate it.

When wars end. You know I have watched from the InBetween, and peace is a beautiful thing. I hope more countries attain it in the furure.

Life, as a girl before I entered the annex . I ran and ran, in the dust of our streets. I never knew that as some point that was the last I would see of it.

Sometimes, just existing is enough to be thankful for.

And I am thankful for you, dear diary, keeper of my thoughts and dreams.

Anne