I think about the evenings I used to sit on the porch of my grandma’s house, a wooden swing hanging by a chain that creaked every time the wind sighed. The sky was a soft amber, the air smelled like pine and summer grass. I’d just finish a school assignment, feel the weight of the world lift, and look at that quiet horizon. Even now, when I’m sweating through burpees, I close my eyes, hear that creak, and feel like I could climb any tree, reach any height.