I stood at the threshold of my home, looking out at the quiet street. The sun was warm on my face. A tricycle sputtered past. Somewhere, a mother called her child home for dinner. The world was ordinary. It was predictable. It was peaceful.
I took a deep breath, smelling the familiar mix of ocean air and frying food. My heart was no longer full of ghosts or secrets or fears. It was just full of the present moment.
The extraordinary had come and gone, leaving its mark, shaping me, and then releasing me. I stepped out onto the street, not running from anything or toward anything. I was just walking. Ready for whatever ordinary, beautiful thing happened next.