Baby Steps

Separation sounds quieter when it has a rhythm. It's not a tragedy, not universal pain - just life learning to walk again. Without the usual “are you home?” questions, without voices on the phone during takeoff and landing, without second wind in a pair. Just your own steps - a little uncertain, but already in the right direction.

Every baby step here is like the morning light in the kitchen after a sleepless night: a little cold, but honest. A little empty, but calm. And in this calmness, something like love appears for the first time - not for someone else, but for yourself. Even if the house puts flowers on the shelf by itself.