So much for July.

I glanced upwards towards the House as I put the key in the lock of my new front door, catching a glimpse of the Old Apartment. The balcony door stood ajar, the new tenants probably letting light and air into their new apartment while scuttling around re-assembling their lives, rescuing their favorite photographs from the bellies of banana boxes.

Oh, I could tell you about July. A handful of insignificant details about the culmination of an tumultuous one and a half years. About how Life careens ahead to come to a sudden halt, how you die a little, and how you are reborn a little, and how you learn to redefine all the things that you have known - grandest of them all being Love.

But I won't.