One morning you’re giggling in the kitchen whilst sorting the dishes, and then you realise it’s gone. Anger. Sadness. That frown when thinking about the past. It's all gone.

What remains is a gentle indifference. Not quite indifference, but rather a gentle acceptance of life. Peaceful. Like a calm lake covered in a blanket of morning mist, a comforting mist. Mist always feels comforting to me.

I’m in this fog, but it’s a sunny fog. And it’s all gone.