The break doesn’t announce itself as healing at first — just a sound escaping where silence had settled. Laughter arrives cautiously, like water finding a crack, carrying both damage and repair in the same breath. The melting snow mirrors that shift, loss turning fluid, edges softening. What was fractured remains visible, but it’s the joining that catches the light.
IT professional turned entrepreneur and haikuist/writer. Creator of the Toolarium Idea Vault and five free Newsletters: https://substack.com/@markduncanstuart
