Took sometime to get to process it but finally got this fortuitous phone snapshot up.
An instance of time, the decisive moment as termed by Cartier-Bresson. It just clicked! An I was fortuitous to have my finger ready.
Just phrasal verbs, only they are much more today.
Moving out: exhausting, melancholic
Moving in: exhausting, excited
Moving on: excruciating, hopeful
Seems to me like navigating an empty canvas knowing there are plenty of boats, rough seas, white sand beaches, paradises, and hopefully an omnipotent lighthouse past the horizon, just don’t see any now.