A mirror,
written for you.

There is a particular kind of person who moves through the world collecting questions rather than answers. Not because they are indecisive — though it can look that way from the outside — but because they have learned, somewhere along the way, that the question itself often contains more truth than any answer that arrives too quickly.

You are, in many ways, that kind of person.

Born in the last reach of winter, at a moment when the year hasn't yet decided what it wants to be, there is something in your nature that mirrors that threshold. You are fluent in endings and beginnings. You understand that things dissolve before they reform. That what looks like confusion is sometimes just the patience of a process that hasn't announced itself yet.