Day one was a day of sensory treasures. Then again, I suppose every day is, if one really pays attention to life instead of getting caught up in the headspace. We headed out on a mission to find a travel bag for the squirrel, already imagining a beach picnic with him safe and secure — instead of trying to scramble up the legs of unsuspecting beach-goers 😂. Little moments stood out along the way: the mist of rain, the unfamiliar steps through a new neighborhood, the scent of coffee and soup drifting as we stepped into a friend’s home. The endless licks from Mr. Pugsley, the curious eyes of Mr. Pickles. The protective stop of my partner’s arm and the warmth of his hand leading me through the chaos of traffic. By evening, my body spoke to me in a way it hasn’t for a long time. The wear of six days filled with walking, yoga, and HIIT finally settling in — sleepy eyes, the twang of used muscles, and beneath it all, a wave of gratitude. Gratitude for this life, for this body, for its quiet determination to adapt to a new rhythm.