inside the door and noticed how still the condo was. Nobody had left a note on my counter. My own tea cups were where I kept them. I was tired and sadder than I’d expected, because leaving did not mean I’d stopped caring about any of them. I went to bed without unpacking.
the next morning I made coffee and reviewed the window at the oak in the courtyard. for the first time in weeks, I could choose to take a walk, see a friend, or spend the day reading.
