In hindsight the entire experience
was almost as if we had felt
the breath of a mythical giant
blow away everything superficial,
everything unnecessary,
or otherwise redundant in our lives.

Fresh on our faces,
so little was left when it was over
yet a tremendous amount was strange and familiar
We felt changed, wiser and stronger.

It was a metaphorical wind
that had propelled us into a fresh start
and had granted a chance to spread our wings once more.

Where I used to lie in bed and pray
that my dreams would hold my heart.

I gradually began to wake up each day
recalling the reasons
why we were so fortunate.

Never again to take the subtleties for granted

There was a new found respect for music
for the nuances of color
for the laughter and light
that was emerging from the dark corners
we had found ourselves immersed in.

The winds of the heavens shift suddenly;
so does human fate.

Chinese Proverb

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