They are the ones who have known me my whole life. They know the history. They know the chapters. And somehow, they still love me.

No fires to put out. Then it hit—a wave of relief. Nostalgic. I noticed a softening as I gave myself permission to be ok.

It was one of those mornings when the moon is still hanging in the sky while the sun is just beginning to wake up.

Outside, the world was covered in a thick fog. All of our little buildings softened into outlines. The yard looked less like a property and