“…the simplest of pleasures. Like noting where, on the underside of your arms, you got some sun for the first time in a long time.  The faint reddish tinge and white spots, highlighting the individual pores.
I was, for some reason, momentarily transfixed by it.
And then the cloud passed and all was bright again and I thought, perhaps, I was ready to go back out into the world.”

(an ending.  maybe not the ending, but certainly an ending.)