I write about people who struggle to find their place. About relationships that change. For some, it happens in seconds. For others, over a lifetime.

One shouldn't wander around. Well-adjusted people don't do that. When they’re out walking, they have a purpose.

The snow crunches under my feet. I step where no one else has. Jump from side to side to hear the light, fresh snow compress beneath my soles. So many cars and people. But no voices.

Outside a KIWI supermarket, I stamp the snow off my boots and brush down my jacket.

I go inside to warm my nose and ears.

Freezers. Special offers. A few cartons of eggs.

By the checkout, a basket of discounted milk chocolate and Twix.