Panic and prayer, grief and glitter: everything in a skin held tight and compact so nothing escapes beyond a two feet radius, so no one can see how big you really are. Five feet five, weighing less than a you-shaped bucket of stars—it’s a miracle. Now you've got mountains to climb and sunsets to see off, but the clouds hang low and the sky is more orange than blue. First it was nothing and soon it is neither. You will have many more feelings and words for it this time around. For everything.