I am up early. My window is open and a breeze I can only describe as tropical, is gently cooling me while I lay in bed. I like it because it reminds me of being in Hawaii. The last time I was there, I was with my mother-in-law, and she was doing the difficult work of dying. It was a very sad and deeply intense time. But everyday I would wake up to a sky that seemed bigger than the one Boston lives under, and air that feels like the stuff coming through my window right now. There’s something beautiful about this kind of soft wind, life affirming and grounding. I’m feeling grateful for this quiet moment, before the lights come on, and the sounds of the day ruin this backdrop of sweet calm.