
It’s still dark in our hotel room with the curtains closed. Victor is usually up before me, at the gym or reading an article in another language. But this morning I’m up even earlier than him. I put on my hotel robe, quietly make a coffee, tip toe outside to the balcony. The sun is rising on the horizon. Pinks and purples paint the sky.
I pull out my phone. Today is the day. The day I have been waiting for. The day I wished for years ago in Winnipeg, and again along the shores of Lake Nippissing. Back when I was worried about my future.








