the sun is different here i think about that a lot like it hits the red rocks and bounces back warmer than it should be. almost forgiving and maybe that's what i needed to let go of something or someone maybe myself mostly just a quiet permission to breathe again and believe that even after all the ice the water still flows. i walked the canyon this morning and found a tiny sprig of green pushing through the dust. felt like a goddamn miracle. like proof that even in the dead of winter there's a reason to keep reaching for the light. Anyway.