less small

I've been thinking about how much she'd love the new barn. About riding through tall grass and looking behind me and seeing her bareback on her old horse, right there like she always was. And about feeling confident and valued. About friendship.

I would give anything to drive up the long, treed-in driveway and see her car parked next to the others, and feel relief for once in the past year-and-a-half. And I'd like to feel that the world doesn't have total power over me. I'd like to feel a little less small.