Fogbound.

Numb fingers. It’s not even that cold yet.

Trusting my own method of recovery.

Sun on skin and fresh air.

Chainsaws and voices in the distance.

We talk about books that we go back to over and over again when we need a bit of inspiration to keep going: the first chapter of East of Eden, any of my favorite shorts by Alice Munro, Octavia Butler, a play by Tennessee Williams.

“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.” ― Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man\

Less than two weeks.

Blank space.

Affirmations.