That balance of stillness and motion.

Trying to find the words that have been lost in the chaos of everyday life.

Peeling back the layers— not in haste, but with care… letting each reveal grow into the light.

Each day brings us nearer—not just to a date on the calendar, but to the space between words… where understanding lives.

Thirty-six hours— stretched thin between now and the unknown. Anxiety hums beneath the surface, a restless rhythm, felt by both of us. No longer unspoken, now out in the open— the anticipation, the excitement, the fear.