It was the grey jays fighting over a piece of rhubarb pie, the loon singing in the middle of the night when all is quiet, the mama duck and her ducklings that came to see me when I sat on the dock. It was the pain and shame that I shed on that very same dock. It was the healing tears. It was wild strawberries stained mouths and maps all over the bed, the planning of the next leg of our adventure.
It was the way I realized how I am walking the tightrope between old and new, familiar and exciting. It was the deep exhale. Breathe.