The breeze is everything that Jane can't say, dreams of summer days and endless possibility, carried through the screen door as the sun begins to set.
She finds herself in the pages of her notebooks, going over passages and paragraphs until she's sure that she did write that, once upon a time.
She writes less frequently now, but the thoughts are still there, tucked under dirt and tree branches somewhere in the woods.
She doesn't cry anymore.
Jane takes photographs of everything and everyone, pins them to the walls on her side of the room, and looks under the bed for an invisible garden to plant.
She goes swimming and holds her breath before Batty starts to splash her.
When she washes her hair, she finds flecks of happiness caught on her eyelids that weren't there before, and she begins to laugh.