“My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.”

“My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.”

“I used to float along in all of this, like a leaf on a coursing stream, but i am heavier now, less easily moved, more resolute and steadfast. I am no longer in pursuit of happiness. As I stand here at my front door, key in hand, I think it is just possible that happiness, at least for now, today, this hour, may be in pursuit of me.”