We all have our own ways of adapting to the world around us. But what happens when we meet someone who moves the same way we do?

Two blocks closer. Not much on a map, but maybe it feels different in the grand scheme of things. A new view, a fresh start, but the same sky stretching between here and there.

A new space, a little more light, a little more room to stretch, to breathe, to see things from a different angle.

All of them. Woven together. Playing on repeat.

What I needed (not words), was arms around me, silence wrapped in warmth, the kind of quiet that doesn’t need words.