Dear friend, When I first moved into my home, the sun from the rear bay windows flooded the dining room and filled the near-emptiness with a kind of otherworldly, three-dimensional light. At golden hour, I danced and danced and danced watching my shadow imprint on the wall like art then disappear within an hour of the sun setting.
“I left communities whose shapes no longer fit me” — this statement sincerely touched me and I suddenly, didn’t feel so alone.