In the distance the airplanes travel to their destinations, leaving a cloudy trail in their wake. A lovely contrast on the amber horizon. Two dark birds sweep downward from the hospital heights circling, then drifting, then circling again. Needles of the pine trees sway ever so gently as the sun melts into the evening.
In the days since Zoe’s transplant I have found myself in a deep emotional place. A place without words. A place in between. This place is a quiet one, one of waiting and hope and uncertainty. This, the culmination of everything we have been working towards for months now. Has it really been only months?
And so we wait. And we hope. And we wonder what our tomorrows hold, as a new sun rises.