March 21, 2022

For the first time in a long time, I can really see myself tonight, in the images my husband snapped of me in my new secondhand dress. The dog barks at two moose feeding in the yard, the yard in which they very well could give birth in a few months. You may read until the alpenglow fades, we tell the children. This is how we gauge the night as the light returns, racing straight at us. The pink turns to purple as the setting sun bounces off of the mountains. Chris shares a bit from his newfound relationship with counseling. New beginnings all around.