I keep waiting for the moment it all goes sideways again. Like I'm standing on a frozen lake, and I can hear the ice cracking underneath my feet. I know it's going to give way eventually. It always does. And then I'll be back in the cold dark water, gasping for air, trying to find my way back to the surface. Maybe that's just how it is. Maybe there's no such thing as solid ground. Maybe it's all just frozen water, waiting to break.