A grasping first breath. A breath that gazes at the face of warmth. Companioned by tears caught in the palms of joy, a landing. Gracing fingers on the texture of skin, we’ve met before but not like this. We’ve embraced before, but not like this. I am my most felt in my absence. As deep as my depths will allow, as still as my world is now. Souls fleeting, bare to the feet, an echo to the chest. Recalling the wind underneath the wings that guided your ascension, may you land where you are seen. Homecoming.