Later I walked through the neighborhood and bought a new sketchbook.

On the first page I drew the view from my balcony, badly but with determination.

The sky was an ambitious shade of blue and the building across the street leaned to one side.

That evening I found a message from Gordon.

It was short.

I know today is an anniversary.

I’m sorry for the things I said when you left.

I hope you’re doing well.