She woke up early this morning. After ending things with her partner of 4 years last night, she just wanted to get a fresh start to the day. He told her he wasn’t ready to lose her, but she couldn’t convince herself to stay. Sometimes, you just no longer feel for that person that’s been next to you in bed for so long.

As she walks down the path, goosebumps raise the hair on her arms from the cool, damp air. Foggy mornings like this make her so happy that she ended up in the PNW. Marshes are something she’s always had fond feelings for ever since she was a little girl. Her father used to take her out every Saturday morning to watch the herons fly out for the day. Sometimes, they’d come back in the evenings to welcome the herons back in. The sound of their wings tucking into place for the night and their bills clapping together bring back the best feelings.