Ten of Swords.
You could feel all of your life condensed down to one small, single point. A brief moment on the outside, but inside it was everything. All that had ever been, all that had happened. It was all within that single moment. You stretched your hands to the sky, and smiled. Pleased with the fact that you had been alive in that moment. That it was yours. As the falling leaves turned to snowflakes, you knew the sun too would shine down once more. You knew the promise, that just as it had happened all before, so too would it all happen again.