It was a fleeting feeling, two Thursday mornings past. The whole week I had been sick with the common cold (and I probably got you, reader, sick too, cos it seems like everyone I talk to is sick now). After missing a couple classes (gasp!), and druggin up on Cold-Eeze the previous nights, I was ready for change. And it came. I opened my eyes in the morning and drank in the feeling of normalcy, of health. It was as tangible as the cool breeze strolling through the window.
Later that day, wide-eyed and breathing deep, I biked over to my frisbee game. But it was there that - like a bucket of cold reality doused on my face - I sprained my ankle. I made it back to my apartment and was well aware my ankle would be huge and weak in the morning. I could deal with that, I guess.
I sat down at my computer and tried to read something. But my left eye felt dry. Really dry. I looked in the mirror and it was bloodshot. Not only that, but there was this mysterious goopy substance floating around the white of my eye.
All in all, we just have to savor those moments we feel alive, but still be content when circumstances go awry. The mysterious goop disappeared by morning, my ankle was fine for the next frisbee game, and I’m not sick at all. But I’m still missing some classes …