​We live between moments. Between the person we recognise in old photos and the stranger we’re becoming in the mirror. Between fall’s last breath and winter’s first bite. Who we are is only the person between who we were and who we will be. 

To rephrase: we live in transitions.  

For this issue, we want your passages in all their forms. Don't give us the before and after. Give us the during.  We hope this collection becomes a reminder that none of us ever fully arrives, that we're all just crossing bridges. Looking forward to see where you are, and where you're going.

Happy writing!