We walk every day, or at least I do, for my fibromylagia. It was a beautiful spring day today, but I didn't get my walk while the sun was out. Instead, we went down to Lakeshore and walked in the evening, watching the subtle hues of evening shift to night. It was quiet, one of the first warm nights of spring and before all the loud boats ruin the stillness in summer.
Twice, we sat together and soaked in the stillness and beauty of the shifting light. I feel especially close at these times, which feel rarer than I might wish they'd be.
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