Tonight, the sun is lowering herself into the distant hills with a sigh. The sky is streaked with pink, like my cheeks flush with wine. Somewhere to the east a bullfrog is croaking. I am formulating plans, hatching ideas, crafting escape routes. The greatest distance between who you are and where you have been is the proximity of the stiches on your heart. I knit this time close. I am who I am. Rejoice.