Recording to me

Previously

…But underneath it, there was something else. A quiet, stubborn hope. I thought of Don Quixote, standing before the windmill, his lance raised. He didn’t know if he would win. He only knew he had to try. I reached for my phone and opened the recording app. I pressed the red button. “This is Danguole. Day something of the countdown. The stage is set. The team is ready. And I am terrified. But I am also here. And that counts for something.” I stopped the recording and closed my eyes. The windmill was still there, spinning in the dark. But for the first time, I thought I could see the way forward.