Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling back, out of the reach of daylight. I'm not afraid of falling. I don't fear the sky beyond the train tracks like I did before. I can go anywhere just so long as it's with him.

It was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.

The months fall to shards at my feet.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

We writers are resilient souls.