She rests somewhere between floating and falling, suspended in a world of blue. Her body surrenders to the quiet current beneath her, while a single tear slips away from the corner of her eye. Perhaps she is drowning in her own emotions. Perhaps, for the first time, she has stopped fighting them. In this quiet moment, sadness is no longer something to escape. It becomes a place to rest, a feeling to inhabit, and a weight she no longer needs to carry alone. Some days, we don’t need to be rescued from the blue. We just need to let ourselves float.