I ran across you on the trail this morning. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You weren’t sure if you should stand still or run away. For a moment our eyes locked and I urged you to calm down. You did, and then you stepped back.
— stop —
Fog and wind. Rain and it’s over the banks. Bike rides and a hand tattoo. Keep your word. There is no answer to questions that never get asked. There are no notes for books that never get read. A commercial. A bottle of water. A bank account. It’ll never be easy. Full stop.