So now I’m wide awake we lie and I think there’s still some questioning and lack of sure but it feels real here in this place and only occasionally brackets an amiable silence. It exists in the edges as a necessary and I like the lack – it makes for thought and grows us. There is space for further knowings. I only hope in my deeps that it doesn’t do something else something like the slow erosion of November.
I turn over and I’m enveloped.