I went for a wlak beneath the half-moon.
The stars were out and the wind picked up and it felt a bit like freedom.
It felt a bit like reckless, a bit like stupid, and a bit like maybe I can *do* this.
I walked into an endless stream of light from the headlights of oncoming traffic and I felt for the first time in a long while that maybe I’m finally in the right place.
There is wind, and hills and warmth and stars, but there are also the shimmering lights of city, in every direction.
There are people here.
There is broken glass on the pavement, and keys, painted into rainbow tie-dye patterns that have been dropped in dirt paths.
There are neighbours and friends and people that I will never meet.
It’s so beautiful.