This week has taken its toll. Grief layered upon grief, this time the kind where you lose your heart through the floor. When finding words and catching your breath feel too hard. I flew up to Sydney to be with a friend because it’s the only thing you can do, when things fall apart. When I left ridiculously early Sunday I took a moment with this clearing sky, this expanse of bright beginning and felt the weight of what that might mean for Soph.