In April, I attended a gathering centered on justice-impacted individuals and reentry, hosted by Reaching Out from Within. During the breaks, I found myself wandering. Not toward conversation, but across the street—drawn quietly to a garden. There were tulips everywhere. It was one of those crisp spring days where the sun warms your skin just enough, while a cool breeze reminds you to keep your sweater close. Each step slowed me. Each breath deepened. And then, almost without invitation, a...