I want to bake cookies outside and roast fish and make coffee
By the light of a campfire. When it gets dark, let’s try
To find the sky, let’s cash in all our fool’s gold
And tell each other the stories we both know so well
About the times we lost our way in the river but rose again
From foam and current to piece together a survival.
We can thrive in the thrill of just living, breathing being
A grace we always before took for granted.
Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus