the way the sun hits the water and turns it into a million tiny mirrors, like the ocean is trying to reflect something back at me, something i haven't seen yet, or maybe it's just showing me all the possibilities at once, every single way the light can break, and that’s what it feels like when i’m laughing with those people, the ones who jumped too, who traded the shore for open water, a million tiny mirrors all reflecting off each other, a borrowed kind of courage i never knew i was missing, it's selfish to feel this good, like i'm hoarding sunlight when other people are still cold, but cosmo doesn't care, he just keeps running, tongue out, tail wagging, because joy isn't a zero-sum game, it multiplies, it spills over, it's in the way he looks at me, like i'm the only thing that matters, and in that moment, maybe i am, maybe we all are, just a collection of borrowed light and stolen aliveness, but that's enough, isn't it, to keep going, to keep running, to keep reflecting, to keep believing that there's something worth seeing, even when the world is trying to tell you otherwise,