Image by Mod Bettie (used with permission)

Flashbacks to that hazy rust glow often invades my thoughts. The slow lowering of the sun as it dipped through the tall pine trees spilled warm beams of hope through my window and I imagined myself dancing amongst them, weaving in and out of the light.

Things seemed so simple then.

Though that underlying sadness softly simmered beneath my ribcage, the low hum of the boats on the lake, the scent of emerald green…