This are fragments of what life has felt like recently- unfiltered, shifting, and quietly honest Lately, I am walking at night. I feel a presence behind me. I’m skeptical, unsure if I should hurry up or slow down to let him pass. It’s a him. I know it by the bare heaviness of his footsteps. I sense he’s going to talk to me. I pray he doesn’t. Hi,” he calls out as he steps beside me. “Why the long face? Isn’t rain a blessing?” He must have noticed me skipping from one dry patc
