Above, and on the other side, white fluffs turn into rose-tinted marvels, by imperceptible steps. Eventually I go to the other side of my house to see this same miraculous rose tint grace the western sky, briefly. Inside of each of us, miracles are occuring constantly. For example, our hearts continue their steady beat, varying as needed in rate for different physiological functions. And just the act of intending to move a given part of the body, proceeding on to the actual movement, is in itself a miracle.
Life is a privilege, and the right to live is a gift.
It is wrapped in ribbon woven with dreams. And whether you are very young or very old, life is full of wonder and surprises. And I can hardly believe the beauty I see. If the Internet permitted, I'd sing these latter two to you - they're among my favorite songs.