An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

my arms hanging loose at my sides.

The lawn was uneven, but my ankles adjusted without giving way. I could feel the cold earth beneath my soles, solid and real.

“You are holding your head up,” Caroline said softly.

“I am looking at the ridge,” I said.

The mountains in the distance were dark blue against the pale orange of the Colorado sky. The peak of continue reading …