Something is on the stove, and you can’t wait to eat. The simplicity of life: eat, sleep, breathe.
You decide to revert to these. I will go with you, and we can soar along three minor chords, over and over and over.
The dogs, too. They set out ahead, dual sentries into the long night. We must take care of ourselves, of each other, of our host.
The long night will get longer before the dawn, that much is certain, and we hope to have Maria and Miguel with us, their difficulties subsided. Their lips again relaxed.
We have a lot of work to do. The dark spots of the planet call. In South Africa a female is as likely to get raped as she is to learn how to make the words on the page come to life.
Watch that Soweto child bloom from the unforgiving soil.
Into a Chicago housing project that is not the Wells but close. She knows she can do it, and her will is strong.
Connect with her and see what it is really like to live.