At this Moment

And you feel the wind upon your face, the fresh air long that had long been absent, and you cherish for a moment of being alive again. Alive and well, amongst dear friends gathered together in a courtyard of stone. An ever-looming shadow of guilt and doubt lingers, but at that moment, cherishing the simple things that had long been gone is worth the peace, worth not having inhibitions keeping him from being content. Food, drink, constant chatter of familiar voices; no worries that the world would end tomorrow; he had made it and wanted this feeling to last forever.

Dedicated to dear Nivina.