Familia

We will not believe you until you are there, she says, but already they're packing their bags. You weep in fear they will be right, even as you refuse to believe the possibility. The sun grew warm against the skin of the northern people, we sat in a park with our wine glasses and watched the sun set; it was every bit as magical as you'd forgotten it could be.

Last night I tossed and turned, slept minutes at most and cursed the racing mind. In light of day, when trees explode in greens and pinks and birdsong, despair seemed less hostile, less volatile. In light of day, the memory of a sleepless night strengthens your resolve.

In her eyes you see the courage that brought you over before. Her smile reminds you of home.

You will fly.