Just three days and I slipped between the spaces where we work, where we live and where we breathe - it’s not as hard as it may seem. She followed me there. She was always with me. She was constantly beside me. She was constant as the highway. She was constant as the ocean. I was constantly in motion.

Just a slip it seemed and all the little things we thought we needed came crashing down as steady as the rainfall falling on my car. In California I saw the sun sink through the clouds. Steady as the rain.