I’m 4,000 words, several perspective shifts, and one trip to Mexico away from starting my life over.

Ever have moments of sadness that are so beautiful they’re almost not sad but really very wonderful?

Midsummer holiday lights on a city street’s tree, sparking through another tree with windblown leaves, in a lightning storm, with a candle on a table, in an semi-open bar garden. Heavy rain. Thunder. Writing a ghost story that’s actually a love story that’s actually about love stories being ghost stories. Some night.