Today

Ever have a day that felt meaningful for little to no reason at all? A day where little happened, naught of import, and yet by the end you know just who you are? Today was a day like that, for me. Today was nothing special, wasn't even that fun; I had school, I had work, and not much else, but something is undeniably... right. Yesterday marked a year since I left the Corps, a year of freedom, adulthood, choice. If anything *that* should have been the day causing me to write anything at all. Besides some excitement and rejoicing, though, it felt just a day, any day. Today, some annoying things happened, some pleasant, some funny, none amazing; today, by all reason, should have also felt just a day, any day. Yet it doesn't, and in memory won't, and only the muse knows why. A year and a day ago I watched those chains slump from my body, but the nightmares clung. Yesterday I heard echoes of them hitting the floor, but also recalled their grasp. Today I watched the mist and the rain and felt free to be human, to live, to smile; today the sun came out at night, and I watched those ghosts succumb to it, fade just a little more. I thought today was just a day, any day - but instead it was a gift.