The world outside is getting ready for a big party. I can feel it humming, like a secret song only I can hear. It's not the noisy kind of humming, but the deep, steady pulse of anticipation. Tomorrow, everything changes. The air will feel different, crackly and bright, and the sky will spill with colors I haven't even imagined yet. It’s like standing on the edge of a vast, unexplored ocean, and the waves are about to carry me to a brand new shore. I know it won't be simple, not just a string of pretty lights and easy joy. Growth is a quiet kind of unraveling, a shedding of old skins, and I’m ready for whatever comes next, even the parts that might ache a little. Because that’s where the real treasures are hidden, in the spaces between what was and what is yet to be.
Stephie
*On the photo: my relative Marta, among others.
The Edge of Tomorrow
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