Ducks floating down river.

​Is it just me, or do you feel like you're just crossing paths and crossing streams? Like a duck floating downriver—meeting the same souls in different disguises? Do you ever get that sudden sense of déjà vu? Maybe you meet a kindred spirit, or a long-lost love from another lifetime. How many twists of fate and tangled timelines before the dust clears? I think it happens quietly, almost unexpectedly. When the salt in old wounds flush clean like saline. And the white stained roads go back to black after the first spring rain. After the season of in-between finally closes. You can feel the world holding its breath. So here's your reminder to find solace in this time. This time of hibernating—resting, healing—until you're ready to rise again like a rose budding from the dead of winter. Like a marvelous maple tree reaching your branches high, intertwining with the spirits in the sky. Soon you'll sink your toes into the sand and feel the rush of the salty sea as someone you love holds your hand... and smiles. So give yourself grace in this pause. In this stillness. In this season of quiet. Because it means the tides are changing.