The days are getting shorter, and the nights are getting longer. It’s chilly outside, and you don’t really want to go out. Even if it is lovely and sunny—your bed is much warmer. The semester is done, so you don’t even really have to leave the house if you don’t want to.
Steam hisses as Adam descends from a ladder. He lands on the tiles, my floors shuddering under his weight. With nimble fingers he unzips his pressure suit and climbs out of the bulk.
I cannot pinpoint the exact moment I knew my childhood was over. My grandparents selling the only home I had...
It’s an album of reflection, growth, love, relationships and trying again and again.