Who i am with u

Previously

…The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the room. The dust motes continued their silent dance, but now they seemed less like reminders of a past life and more like scattered sparks, waiting for a flame. The gypsy spirit, though quieted, was not extinguished. It was merely waiting, perhaps, for a new road to appear, a new horizon to beckon. And as I closed the atlas, a quiet resolve settled within me. The sky, Sophia had said. The bird would always yearn for the sky. Perhaps it was time to remind myself how to fly.