Oh man. I feel like I know the exact one. I was most proud of myself (like, good job self, this is the kind of content you want to write) for this bit from Threshold, Chapter 3 “Words On A Stone.”  I’ve attached a bit of the context, and I’ve highlighted the line in bold: 

A year before, they’d made this same trip back to Hux’s childhood home holding hands in the pouring rain, shoes made heavy by the sucking red clay mud, chilled to the bone in the middle of the summer.

This time, though the sky is burgeoning with restless clouds driven along on an eastern wind, the sun stays overhead, the afternoon as warm around them as a blanket. Once again, they are both alone and together with their thoughts on the way back. Hux with memories of his father, perhaps, and Ben thinking about the way life always seems to be caught somewhere between leaving things behind and starting things anew.

Like maybe people don’t really ever cross that threshold, but keep one foot in the past to remind them where they’ve been, even if they’re facing forward and happy with where they’re going.

thanks for asking, friend. 🙂

Awww thank you darling! I think I unfortunately just come home that way after work too often. My job is pretty hard, with a lot of dealing with people having troubled times and also a lot of being put in situations where I’m expected to help and can’t. I don’t have a lot of steam when I get done, and then there’s not much left for writing, so I constantly feel like I’m not keeping up. This is such an encouraging message, so thank you very much. ❤