“I was angry, but I love it out here, no matter the weather. The way the sunrise colors the water and the moonlight whispers across it. The way something as small as a pebble can change it. I always feel hopeful out here, like maybe—even though in the grand scheme of the world, I’m somewhat ordinary—I can make big changes. I don’t need to be the pond. I like the element of surprise in being the tiny pebble who shakes it.”
