“Sometimes I look out at the perfect, clear blue sky, and wonder how we could feel such profound sadness. It feels faraway, but I promise we’ll find strength in what’s left behind.”
She made it. To stumble across the rejuvenated expanse you’d have to pass the figure down in the frigid grass. Wings folded, head ducked, her expression lay hidden. Years of weathering seemed to do the brunt of its work on her face; it was beyond recognition. Like arriving at your destination and having to turn back, the idea of this goal was long gone.
2020
