When I feel the sun striking my shoulders, My cheeks
When I feel the sweat trickling down my Forehead and my lungs gasping for air,
Expanding and compressing,
My throat burning,
Screaming for the water I left at home,  when my legs ache and I feel a sort of
Hunger in my belly
And my ankles are no longer stable,
And when I look up and curse
The cloudless sky

I stop.
I find grass and look up at the cloudless sea of blue above me and the bright sun that's turned my skin to freckles.
And I remember that this is my cloudless sky, my yellow sun.  

I remember that only for one second will I be able to experience the world exactly how it is right now.  And never again in my numbered days will I see a blue sky and shining sun at one o'clock on July twentieth as a fifteen year old girl.

This life is mine and I will make the most of every day I'm allowed to have it.