One step(at a time): Don’t stop til you get to the top step.

One step.

One step.

One step.

One step.

One step.

My lungs were screaming and agony.

Morning one of walk one.

The first.

Of many.

How many?

Who knows.

I begin.

With one step.

With one try.

Just one.

I don’t worry if I will make it or not.

I try.

I take one step.

Then.

Another.

Step.

Ah.

Aha!

I soar.

I climb.

Weightless.

Breathless.

I breathe.

I inhale life.

I exhale.

Ah.

living,

Cassandra

Note: I finally started the morning walks I have been promising myself for seven years. I sounded like a beached whale. I looked like who gives two hoots. I was walking. I was living.

Walk done, I eyed the evil stairs standing in the way of my apartment and the air-conditioner. Cruelty!

I had two choices:

I could collapse in a heap, at the bottom of the stairs and hope a muscular husband material man man came to swoop me into his deliciously tender arms…

I could take a step at a time and get to some blessed air! Heck with this!!

One step.

One step.

One step.

• THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
• COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️‍🩹
• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
• Still In Love