honeydunce

One of those unexpected days. The kind you aren’t ready for, or won’t think you’ll have. The kind where you drive a road you used
to drive all the time and knew like handbacks and simple addition and now it seems so different, more open, more things built
along its boundaries. A day with family, familiar faces, and remembering who I am and where I come from–a reminder that I can
go anywhere I want to go from here, that I am loved and hopeful. That I can still handle driving in the snow, and certain paths will always be simple to trace with eyes closed.