As gentle, soft spring showers subside into the blistering heat of summer, our ascent towards glistening red suns begins. We rise up, heat energy embracing us like a mother reunited with a child long lost, slowly allowing our proverbial outer layer to burn and shed off in the glowing gold light. We are raw and exposed in these moments, free falling before we grow new wings. This can leave one feeling euphorically defenseless. In an embryonically liberating way we are guided by a passion that forsakes empirical knowledge in favor of anything new and different. Yearning for change we tumble along weeded paths because we understand nothing can stay, everything must change, even our very core. It is no coincidence then, as the air bakes crisply in the sun like a hot apple pie resting on a windowsill that many of us find our lives transitioning into unexplored territories. We are ghosts desperately searching for corporal form, not yet having found a comfortable fit as we ...