I look forward to living my whole life since I am perfectly healed.

Buying a ticket for something in October is a physical act of faith, and anyone who has been ill knows it. There is a stretch where the calendar shrinks down to the next appointment and nothing past it feels safe to plan.

Looking forward is a capacity rather than a mood. It comes back before you notice, usually the first time you catch yourself irritated about a boring thing in the distant future — a wedding, a tax deadline, somebody's terrible choice of venue.