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Pleasure doesn’t have to be loud, or messy. It was there in everything, in the stillness and even in the uncertainty itself. I was remaking my life. I was writing my way through it.

I tend to write to people who are, even when they’re at their happiest, there’s some kind of underpinning that might be a little bit pensive or sad.

It was overcast and smelled like the ocean and eucalyptus.

Because I got to experience what it was like to stand my ground and do what I knew needed to be done, and see how good the outcome was.

And even then, we don’t walk, we crack . That crack is the beginning of motion.