Scrolling down my contacts feeling as though every few names hold yet another excerpt of \"I Did It My Way\" that\'s vivid as yesterday.
Then I snap back to the present only a bit rattled, but each name is less ominous than the ladder. I’m cherishing this period of stability that\'s devoid of excessive pain.
This seemingly incompatible comfort, cozier than comforters but feels uncomfortable, has me wondering since I feel wonderful...
Will this wonder last?