This morning I woke up to the scent of fresh rain on the earth. I opened my windows to the autumn that waited for me outside. I’ve taken up running without music. Contemplating the heaviness of my own breathing with the birdsong that surrounds me. I’ve immersed my feet in the living, and my heart feels better these days. My arms and legs are sore when I wake. But at the end of the day, I take an hour to myself to just let it all peel away. I’m reading a lot more these days. Staying up a lot longer — the days last longer. I feel lovely inside …