season here has been a contrasting one for me – a routine of pillow talk and
weekend getaways. I've always favored quiet summers with plenty of time to recharge
in between ventures. This summer was different, I was different. I found myself
breaking down barriers I’d been building for far too long. Traveling more frequently and learning to trust that all was as it should be. It was nice... stepping outside my
comfort zone, taking risks, falling asleep next to you.
But as we
near summer’s end I can’t help but feel a sense of loss. What was once foreign
now seems so very familiar. And with the urgency of winter coming, I’m left
question that keeps me present. Keeps me grateful.