15 Nov 2022

A certain quality to the day I return to earth: I feel I’ve morphed but don’t know how. Things happen when they need to and not a moment sooner, she said as she swept through the revolving door. Nothing to be afraid of, never was. Twenty-nine floors up and not a floor sooner. It’s time.

Out of focus, a woman runs down a city street at night, car and building lights illuminating the background.