I’m sitting outside as I write this and nothing else really matters. The stars are shining. From our balcony, we can see people passing by. We have traveled far enough away to be warm.
This is what we left behind. Not the town itself, which is beautiful even in the snow. But, yes, the cold. The tightness in your shoulders that settles in sometime in December. The clenching of muscles that comes with always being cold.
We have traveled to a place that makes flannel-lined pants redundant. I can smell the ocean where I sit now. It took all day and we landed hard, but we are here.