So here we are. Spring. A time of new hope and growth, dancing columns of light through breezy trees and tentative toes in dewy grass.

But somewhere else, on the other side of the world, spring is cold. The return of forgotten chill and a lingering sigh that can be seen.

I'm so grateful that you're here with me on my adventure so far.

I hope that somewhere in these words you find solace and that somehow, my ramblings can help you feel less alone. And that if you are indeed crazy, as I am beginning to suspect we all are, that you are not alone in your madness.

Will you join me for the next part of this journey?