Walking through the park today, surrounded by sunlight and bugs and smells, I felt peaceful for the first time in weeks.

It's been so difficult, this time.

Work. Feeling sick. You. Him. Confusion. Doors closing and others reopening. Not sure how I felt about either of those possibilities.

Not sure how I felt about either of you.

Still not sure, but walking through the door that's open again, simply because it's closer and convenient.

And attentive.

A long weekend of tears, iced coffee, cameras and self-help books. A new journal to help me figure it all out.

A blank page.