The ranger unlocked the deck while stars were still loud. Steam curled above cedar, and the pool reflected bruised dawn. I dipped once, stepped into cold, and heard my breath hesitate, then lengthen. Coffee waited upstairs, but clarity arrived first, bright and mathematical, like mountain light.
I walked a wind-clean pier after journaling a single prompt: What would feel kind today? A gull heckled, pages fluttered, and sea spray freckled my glasses. I circled slowly, chose a short swim, and let warmth return with tea, feeling surprising courage prickling beneath quiet contentment.
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