Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting
still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.
When something’s let go of, it circles; and though we are rarely the center
of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous curve.

-Rilke, “For Hans Carossa”

Is this symbolic of the one thing I have most desired, most lamented, and made myself slave to? Must I let it go before I lose it?

Toronto tomorrow, and victory or loss.

COUNTDOWN TO LANDING: 17 days, 7 hours, 10 minutes

*PRAY*