For a while, I donned this airy pink lace dress --
-- and inhabited this sanctuary of a tree room --
-- and perched on a wood swing overlooking this sunset view --
-- and my life was an exquisite fiction, tricks of light, sheen and veneer, but no match for the transportative magic of belonging, which even the most beautiful places in the world need to be not merely where we are but where we are supposed to be.