There was a flicker in the periphery, the way the leaves caught the turning of the season, and for a second, my jaw actually unclenched, that familiar ache easing for a beat. It’s a strange thing, this letting go, feels like losing control even when I know it’s the only way to actually gain some back. The old reflexes still pull, a phantom vibration where my work phone used to sit, trying to convince me there’s something urgent to DO.