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Previously

…I started the car. The engine turned over with the reliable cough it always made in cold weather, and I pulled out of the lot onto the street that would take me home, past the river path where I ran, past the trees that were doing their own version of cellular cleanup, dropping leaves not as loss but as strategy. The maples were amber. The birches had gone gold. Everything that looked like dying was actually reorganizing. I drove home through the rehearsal of seasons and tried not to think too far ahead, because ahead was where the fear lived, and the present, for once, contained something that sounded almost like good news. Almost. Not quite. Close enough to hold.