*Amaya*

I was cradled under a bed of velvety soft moss. It smelled like rain on big oak leaves. The air had an unnatural crispness that I could feel pricking my skin.

My wrists and ankles no longer burned. After I broke my leg, even after it healed, a slight twinge lingered that was barely painful but just enough to remind me that my leg wasn’t the same. But as I lay on the moss, my leg felt amazing, better than it ever had before the break. I ...