A friend once sent me a life quote. I hung on to it because it stirred something inside of me, and now and again I

I slide into bed, exhausted from the day. Dodging crowds of people, trundling uneven pavements, and protecting myself from the cold chill all wore me

It began like the Spring, pure and innocent, emerging through the earth where it lay dormant. I saw the infancy in all things that surrounded

The cool air makes me uneasy. The white walls are sterile except for the two posters that hang; they do nothing to please the eye.

I walk up the steps to enter a building that looks like it’s been standing here since the Victorian era. Roman numerals are etched above

I maneuver slowly from the bathtub. As I grab the towel, my eyes catch my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. My grip loosens the hold,