I rose again, not that I thought I wouldn’t. I am not of an age too aged to do so, after all. I rose. I rise. I get up two feel on the floor, slip into slippers, head to the coffee. I rise. This day, this solstice day, I rise. The sun it too, coming, will do so. The dog, she too, will do so. The husband, where he is on the road, he too, will do so. There is not a soul not one, not rising this day. We are not alone. This world holds marvels, wonders, not yet realized. I rise.