Sometimes quiet, peace and a little support is all we need to move ahead.
Streaming sunlight shines through her window. She’s content. Breathing slower now. It’s been a few years but she’s finally gotten somewhere. Crying, used to be a thing for her. A routine of about an hour where she’d walk herself into the bathroom sit on the floor next to the sink and cry. It was good …
The warm kiss of sunlight, in the morning, is usually the beginning to a smile on my face.
I took this photograph through the outside of a store-front window. The city’s neon lights reflecting onto this woman.