The morning sunlight filters through my eyelids. It’s a less than remarkable thought.

Change is an unsuspecting and finicky foe. You don’t realize the strength of its grip until it’s too late.

She’s a doorbell ringer, not a knocker. Things are awkward and I haven’t even greeted her yet.

There’s a simple elegance in the silent space between Leah and me.

I do my best to put blinders one, but it’s impossible to ignore what is happening around me.

My thoughts reel for something to save me from falling into the invisible pit of misery.

There’s a much deeper and meaningful conversation being conducted in the space between the lines.

The mind has a way of limiting what’s possible when you give it permission. The world is your stage. Use it all.

My fingertips welcome the radiating heat from the coffee mug in my hands. A different, intangible warmth spreads from within me.

In those few short moments, we traveled a distance that transcends numbers.