Sometimes, life’s a puzzle.

And the pieces need to fall into place.

You’ll be alone, crying and confused. Maybe clenching a Smartphone.

Sitting on a concrete bench. Surrounded by a cobblestone sidewalk that leads to a library. Under oak trees.

At midnight.

Beneath the oaks, you won’t be able to see the starry sky. Because branches arch over you. Hovering, the way a grandmother comforts a child.

You’ll watched patrons leave a bar across the street. And you’ll realize – in your haste to gain peace – you forgot to grab a water. You’ll consider running into the bar for a quick lemon water. But thirst forces you home. And you’ll see the night sky dotted with stars.

And days later, you’ll reflect on that night. Under oak trees. Near a library. At midnight.

Alone.

And you’ll gather the strength and wisdom to change your life.

Because you have the pieces.