the hush of early spring

They had called New York home for a season — the place where their little one was born, where ordinary days somehow felt electric with possibility. As they prepared to return to Canada, this session became a gentle goodbye: the three of them wandering through Central Park in the hush of early spring, hands wrapped around warm cups of hot chocolate, the city moving softly around them. It wasn’t about grand landmarks or posed smiles, but about the quiet in-between — the way their child fit perfectly between them, the way New York held their story for a while. A closing chapter, captured not just as it looked, but exactly as it felt.