I don’t even need to look up to know. When the dynamic changes just a few degrees to the right, it’s evident.
The Return: Between the degrees of change, a mother flies back to an empty nest with some sense of fulfillment. I reflect on the years of chaos and how it has clouded such a simple truth.
The Last Stop: The last son collects sand and builds castles and finds peace by the water. I reflect on the years of chaos and how it has clouded such a simple truth.
The Next Step: And to the north, you find me digging in my heels and laying some foundation for myself. Finally, I’ve found the right materials. Finally, what I thought could never happen, just might. I reflect on the years of chaos and how it has clouded such a simple truth.
Influx of The Spirit 
this is a wonderful piece, a kind of family contained within the subhead lines, and the new page design too is striking
“I don’t even need to look up to know.” Great beginning. A powerful piece that is so very honest. Thanks.