I woke up tangled – my body aching and my mind ached too.

So I walked to the river. I bought coffee from The Almond Theif, and moved through the still, hot air – it smelled so sweet. Those breathless late summer days. I listened to birdsong, ducks and dogs in the distance as I looked for the right spot to sit and be.

Balancing on a log as canoes floated past, distant voices and a train rumbling behind trees. The coffee was bitter and so was the cookie.

I dipped my toe into the water. I sunk my whole body into the cool quiet, and my feet into the mud. All alone in the magic water, I was untangled.

I was home.