Sublime

There is joy in the journey precisely when we don’t try to make a home out of our car, so to speak. There is love on the road when we stop loving the road. There are myriad gifts along the way when we remember it’s a way. There is delight in the sojourn when we know where home is.

We’re both returning to the site of something that shifted our lives. The end of her great adventure. The beginning of mine.

But if life were climbing a mountain in order to reach the top, then the greater part of life would end up being “en route.” That is to say, one’s “real life” would begin with one’s trek on the mountainside, and the distance one has traveled up until that point would be a “tentative life” led by a “tentative me.”

The midpoint is a useful place in your script to raise the stakes and jeopardy beyond a point of no return; to ensure something happens to compel the protagonist further so they can't back down. Up until now, the hero has had the inciting incident (will they/won't they get involved in the story?) and the end of act one (they decide to actively

Dans les cœurs naquit l’ennui. Ils étaient englués dans le pot au noir des heures. Les minutes passaient comme des coques vides sur une onde silencieuse. Le naufrage les avait exclus de la marche du monde, la survie les extrayait de la marche du temps.