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A heron lifted from the water and slid away, wings making the only hard noise for miles. Mia stepped down from the pier and walked the path that skirted the shoreline, shoes making muffled prints in the grit. Her breath smoked in the air. She had cold feet—literally and otherwise—but the metaphor tasted stale and inadequate. It wasn’t fear of failing. It was fear of choosing the wrong version of herself and then watching the other version keep living in the when—when she had courage, when she had time, when she was ready.

At the end of the path stood an old greenhouse, its glass mottled with age. The bell on the door chimed when she pushed it, and warmth wrapped around her. Ferns drooped in gentle green, and on a brass table sat a battered easel and a single pad of watercolor paper. A woman with paint on her knuckles glanced up, smiling with the indulgence of someone who’d seen the world tilt and right itself again. mia melano cold feet new

Elena sat, folding into the stool like she’d always belonged. “And of not picking? Which scares you more?” A heron lifted from the water and slid