I yell ok. He is standing arms outstretched waiting for a bearhug. When I close my eyes the passage opens, the dark gorge, I descend.
Night becomes a verb.
This isn't a test. And I'm not trying to put you on the spot. But that's oo.k. And Nancy I appreciate the pushing and proding and challenging that you've posed this summer. I wish there were more people to talk to around like those who are taking part in the writing project.